Weak End Stateliness

•September 16, 2016 • 4 Comments

If you’re unhappy, I’m unhappy,

milk hits the kitchen floor, with

a sound like water pouring down

a plastic ramp, I touch your arm

as you wish your life was better,

too many cars, you think; when

I ask, you tell me that your mom

was in a cult, it’s a funny story;

I’m a caged tiger, a wishful logic

built upon ageless math equations

and equitable investments, truth

in lending and a bootleg pass to

an all star, as we both raise our

glasses, our hands fall to our sides

and we kiss the motionless text

that washes its body in front of

our mouths, liquor lips and cinch-

ed ships, cost barons and one

tragic see shanty later and we are

floating like geese on a majestic

blue satellite, teetering and slosh-

ing like the milk we accidentally

stepped in during our dance, then

our eyes meet, and melting planets,

fragrant meadows, and juniper gin

antagonize our rhythmic undulation,

and you make fun of me for saying

“undulation,” so I flip off the lights,

and one more weekend is finally

edited and dropped on the floor

 

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•September 22, 2016 • Leave a Comment

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Amour de le Monde

•September 19, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Every

successful

marriage

ends

the

same

way.

Half-six-six

•August 29, 2016 • 6 Comments

Love your heart,

there’s no math equation for it,

 

but you have one,

the only noise

inside your

body.

 

Beating and moaning for you,

without any thanks,

 

life; the one; this one,

is to love yourself,

nothing more,

nothing

less.

Rebuke

•August 24, 2016 • 3 Comments

Dip your toes,

in the water;

 

cool brushes,

glacial case,

 

in a pattern,

like a canvas,

 

crossed

 

you hold on

to everything

 

you love, but

battle inside

 

with darkness

unbound; it’s

 

truth ever-last,

the moment

 

in time, when

cast iron, and

 

chains square

off, but human

 

beings prove,

life is more

 

than loneliness;

castigate, and

 

tear the fabric

of time; erupt.

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