your soul is hunting mine, the chase is on, I’ve stopped I pant, gasp, chortle… leaves adew, fresh panting of plants and my breath taking in the life they produce as desperate liquid departs my gritty mouth the moment is … Continue reading
They false love to create physique, false strength of physicality for affection. They are at rest, mhmm hearts,- go lax but at the back of their minds, when they closed their eyes were you. You’re there still. Depended on for your eccentric … Continue reading
My heart’s under the willows My limb’s beneath the beech the oak, long in raw ages has hidden away, below it’s beams my wishes to a genie who can’t grant them because they’ve disappeared under the strong and bowy arms … Continue reading
-In the hierarchy of things there are people whom I want to be like, and those who want, to be like me.- -He calls it a conversion convinced to do spins and twirls. Me! – -The equal levels are few, … Continue reading
White milk spillings: clippings of rubbed nails like pearl’s teeth spill into my palm. Up-keeping is downgrading me. Hair tucked simply behind both ears. The golden affect of summer saving me my work. I sink easily into this warmth laden, … Continue reading
This accent I’ve picked up gives me the jitters. Creates a rustiness that feels funny on my tongue. So carefully embedded in my nature are my words- my phrases-, accent mixing roughly with the sweetnesss of their mother tongue
Roaring and dropping. Sudden voices stopping- Rasping, lilting, full of money- cash flows from their lips like the salt of the earth and breath of solid, unbreakable air. Give ‘em a winning smile and toss my hair (what if it doesn’t … Continue reading
(concerning great gatsby) I can’t see beyond her. She’s wild, gorgeouss, vivacious. Tension in the air now, but gay things just within the next hour. Drowning in luxury, p-p-paralized with happiness, content with the carelessness to the umpteenth power, ’bout … Continue reading
We await your return. Mama!, , , when will you come home to us?; aching we’ve stretched out our hands in basketball play eager to receive your with our tender palms, raw with heat from game, I extend red fingers toward … Continue reading
My left hand rustles through
the pages My right joins in,
strange harmony beat of heat,
I’m in the moment I could
keep turning pages but old memories’ grasp ahold.
Knocked the air out out away from
I cannot breath in your presence.