A lesson from EdisonHeal he from fathers.Remember poetry never dirtied this.Remember this ocean dayis lessening, melting.Let my life be brilliant.
OW - bankI am a safe with a welcome signthat flashes neon every timeit catches sight of ski masks.It’s infuriating. It’s depreciating…and yet it flashes its Morse code,emphasis in shiversand the spasms of my throat,like a void that swallowsand swallowsand swallows.Closed.Lights flicker behind my eyes.You will never see meas advertised, silly boyof cloud-spun days.You will never own mecompletely;Open.
OW - climatevolcanoes of staticthat pool in the seamsof my shirt as I perspireanxiety like Chanel no. 5 –it’s all semantics, really.they pack humanity togetherwith too little cement,trusting in the “instinctual”glue of empathy,though it’s a solicitorbarred from entry.they will smile and call you friend,for the fact you have two hands,two halves a brain (whetheryou choose to utilize them or not),but you also have an avalanchein your chest,and no one wants to risktheir lives to seek youin the wreckage.
UntitledBoy blue,water usstorm-bitter ships,moon moans honey.Whya frantic deathby worship?
.Music moon pleasescream at me;say life is my storm,blowing my bloodon christened gowns.Put urges in her milkand watch her live.
UntitledWe foolsnever smokeafter rememberingsecret devouringcomes with a melted cup.It is about life,though some lie too softand drown so deliciously.