12.06.16
A3II
On the spirit of lash-out
how dare you.
split my remained in two
wake the wildness within my bones and leave the beast
to fend for itself
eat or be eaten by your own pulse.
rattle me enough to shake my foundation, just enough to make me question, just enough to make me want
more, more, more
of your skin across my skin, of your smallest kindness, your touch of humanity, your desire and detachment of all things real – how dare you mold me
soiled your hands of disregard, solid apathy for me to wrap around you
r
finger pointer, you grave digger, you beast maker, you dreamweaver
i pray to one day mussel your bright, tame your wild, infuriate your calm
or at the very best
forgive my beast
and walk away.

10.20.16
jubilation
the kind that takes you up and lets your down
rough and slow
rope burn between your fingers
remember that next time you point a finger
its no use emptying your pockets
if your clinging to the knife in your hand

Ax3

08.09.16

A3
something tells me I’ve re-winded
given extra fingers
a mirror to my nervous system
someone plucked you from a memory
and re-shaped for my pleasure

i’ve never been very competitive
as long as i get what i want
move you queen
closer to my king
a barricade of not so strong walls
your hand closer to me
your breath smelling
victorious

morning afters are blissful
disappointment is not destruction of false expectations
disappointment is something you choke on after a shot of tequila
cash only hun
your bluff has been called

A2
she wrecked me
ruffled curls mopping my untidiness
with some odd combination of sprung rigidity

there’s nothing wrong with a little deviancy
specially not when they’re as uniform and
tactical
as  your routines

lets play house and watch it all burn burn burn

A1
i met you and i learned to howl
to pick pockets
carefully
to be carried in their waist, fed bred crumbs, fun-
size-up the opportunity and take a chance on the next hitch

i learned how to empty my life and fill it with alive
how to brunt the heat and face the cold
how to un-hunt
how to relish
how to rue pride rock
from the bottom of the food chain

if i could take it back
i would give anything
to try try try
and cut my fingers

there are craters in you
if you call
i will fill every inch of your moon.