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No friend of stars, I
saturnine, mercurial
will bow under the weight
of
my
heavy eyes
dragged under riptides in gravity,
storms of fate lashed to the brink
of tomorrow.
And what a day these asinine hours
do make; these nightmare gatherers
and foolish wayfarers. Foil to blank
verse, slave to open windows
and latent noise, I-
grey of heart-
can no longer rest in this bed;
exist in knowledge.
Some foundation shook, tectonic
when the grave of dreams was gnawed
to pulp by shifting molars. Now,
in the silhouetted mouth of her (earth-like,
lovely) I am no more than nutrients-
digestible proteins, suitable to fuel
the next endeavor.
And She is black, whole
impossible to see
until light caves in on itself.
saturnine, mercurial
will bow under the weight
of
my
heavy eyes
dragged under riptides in gravity,
storms of fate lashed to the brink
of tomorrow.
And what a day these asinine hours
do make; these nightmare gatherers
and foolish wayfarers. Foil to blank
verse, slave to open windows
and latent noise, I-
grey of heart-
can no longer rest in this bed;
exist in knowledge.
Some foundation shook, tectonic
when the grave of dreams was gnawed
to pulp by shifting molars. Now,
in the silhouetted mouth of her (earth-like,
lovely) I am no more than nutrients-
digestible proteins, suitable to fuel
the next endeavor.
And She is black, whole
impossible to see
until light caves in on itself.
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Split
Run nails down my
arm; I won't let you under
my skin anymore
Literature
Reykjavik For Lezayre
so slip, i stumble. fumble with the
doorknob and your key falls with me
im falling into - there you are
i see you in
these ports and the sea foam shades
of the fog that parts at dawn the day
before i find myself - here you are
i want to be left alone but -
it was the taste, salty and too sweet
it was too much and my tongue
is not appeasing or the tricks
that tease -
come close. still this one last time
there’s something underneath your
skin steady i want
inside
you - to see, how i memorize you
in every gasp that splits the air around
us and when you cum - crashing
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Perhaps.
I feel better having written this out of my head and onto the page, so to speak.
Perhaps now I can go to sleep without a logjam of jumbled thoughts.
I feel better having written this out of my head and onto the page, so to speak.
Perhaps now I can go to sleep without a logjam of jumbled thoughts.
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asinine, a word that always cracks me up 
i am in awe of the thought put into this
not to mention the soul it poured from
i cannot believe i've gone so long
without reading your epic poetry
dearest of friends
(i shall get to your comment/s later as
i have been gone for much too long, again <3)
i am in awe of the thought put into this
not to mention the soul it poured from
i cannot believe i've gone so long
without reading your epic poetry
dearest of friends
(i shall get to your comment/s later as
i have been gone for much too long, again <3)