reading on airplanes
a luxury I fear I
will now never know
Monthly Archives: May 2015
black eyed haiku
cheap dirty insides
but her heart melts like butter
we paint your eyes black
I feel something…
I get the feeling that something’s going to happen. I get the feeling that change is on the horizon. I know it down deep in my muscles. These muscles they ache, they carry the weight of the waning moon in their bellies. Soft warm places constrict, movement is abbreviated.
a house divided
The only way I can DEAL
With this shattered glass
House
Is to STARVE it out
Like a parasite
Like an intruder
Like something that should not have been.
your hands on my face
my spirit is sick
holy fuck
I just want your hands on my face!
you who I do not know
you who I already know
you who I’ve always known
I just want your hands on my face!
I wake up
alls I can think about
is
purging this sickness out
of
my
soul
hopelessly hoping
for your hands on my face
you who
I do not
know.
