screaming at low volumes
There’s a day coming where there will be a reckoning, There’s a night upon us where there will be a judgement it’s a time for celebration under these dire, hot fires where my heart is outside and my throat has been cut. Those stars hang below us, and this ground above our heads makes for … Read morehold on, it’s almost here
oh sweet lights in the sky come & play – you & I we’ll dance & we’ll roll we can refuse life’s toll Oh beautiful night dreams let me feel just what love means. let us go into the fields to die, oh sweet stars, you & I.
Harems of forgiveness for all we have done, zu seriose genomen! I would have your crimes, all of the decency hidden behind eyes glimmering in firelight; I would have you that I might one day forgive my own trespasses.
The wetness of her vagina might have occasionally repulsed me, except for my fascination with stains. I’ve collected: menstruation, piss, squirting orgasms, sperm, mucus, spit… Archival Remnants of activities. She complains of the evidence of love. I say, “It only bothers you, for I’m too drunk to recall, but I’m certain your spot is yours … Read morestains
when she wrote of her disdainfor monogamy,I smiled.when she wrote “soul mates”I cringedwhen she wrote aboutgiving unconditionally,I winced.When she stormed out,moon stomping across the patio,and grabbed her phone,she said, “I don’t trust you!”I couldn’t suppress my laughter:No one ever lies about the future.
How small we were when the heavens saw us first; clamoring for love, gripping with tiny fists onto that last vestige of knowing. And now, smaller still, we cry to the emptiness that has stolen the contents of our once noble hearts: “Give back that purpose that we knew when we were small!” In our … Read morehow small we were
Goddamn these legs; distracting earthquakes from their solemn duty.
The tourists take pictures. The tourists are never loved. funny faces, strange places, authentic is pathetic Middle class rebellion is sad, beaten donkeys.
My heart is infinite and when you go, you will have as much of it as you might ever enjoy. Though I will miss you, I will have known you from infinite travels across the maps of the heart. When I go, I will follow your exquisite cartography of human decency: each fine line to … Read moreInfinite Heart
the nooncooks appetitesaway,cold nightsturnlong days.how we forgetwhat was saidand happy linesare misread,until it is biterand disillusioned:admitted confusion.wicked tonguesthat let nothing freepin wicked desiresto pine trees,why can’t we just saywe only want to fuck,when the affectionsits down, stuck?these foolish symbolsmade from sounds,interpreted:the teeth of hounds,a biteor a bark.let it be dark,interpretation is an artthat revolvesoutside of … Read moreHeat Exhaustion