Searching

Text: Rubber coated throatThrows meInto teenage dreamsOf green,Teaming at theSeams. Lean intoThis,Dream of paperbackScented leaves,Escape into the mindOf someone across the world,Live a lifeYou never hadThrough sensations lostCrossedAnd divided. Drink deeply.Lick the salt rim,Stand on the beach you weren’t born on,Walk the roads you’ve never droveAnd call it home.One day it might be.

I’ve Lost You

When reminiscing on the destituteRecall the painAnd acknowledge it by name. Scream it till you’re coarse. Fingertip glanceAt the listOf horrors you once called home. But,Anger is a candle,It’s wicked. Black,Soot lineMascara still in the wrinkles of skinBy your eyes You feel it populate yetSmile with glowing teeth. Have you never watched a candle burn?

Glimmer

Rays of light reach through the windowduring hot, steaming showers. Dust,like glitter,falls. Sunken eyes of woodwatch my every step above. The sink downstairs runs.The children outside laughto the sound of birdsong. These are moments of claritythat I crave so deeply. The opposite of trigger;Glimmer, I’ve been told,is their name. The sensation of calm.

Longevity

All I’ve ever wantedwas to live in longevity.Chase the gravityof an open palm, and yet I swirl the drainof a black hole. To live in singularityis a slow death. I wish to arcpast this place and find peacein infinity.

Caught, v4

I used to saythat when the sun shinedin just the right way,that the world lookedlike paint. Paintdrops Candied ribbons,fall upon my flattened tongue. Soak into my veinslike you did once before. The way you colored soundinto the air,the way birds sangthe names of your hues were times of euphoria. When did life become dried,flakey asbestos?

Of Paint – Series of the Acrylic

Cloudstaste like staticand sound like grey matter, they part. a highway of whitegives way,candy ribbons cascade out of acrylic tubes. They color the worldlike paint. I’ve finally named this phenomena. I’ve realized what causes this joyousoccasion. It’s happiness. Is my body so weakened tohappinessthat it spills away from me? My tank cannot hold more than

To Be the Bird

Text: To be the bird,as the earth quakeswould be a silent joy. We shriek as our perchesshiver. It is only a distraction.I will find calm ground later. For now,my only inconvenienceis the freedom I possess. Strange bipedallatch to their dirt,grass,asphaltand rock. They know only a facadethinking their freedom extendsthe most. There is more to lifethan

Ancient Beings

Bed between ancient beings,Roll in their gravityThey pull and sway. I wake up to new facesof swirling cloudsand chemical coloring,meteor tear dropsfall, garnish the rings around their fingersthey shine even brighter. Night sky melodies are what sing me lullabiesand I’m reminded of a home I’m too smallto inhabit.I bed beside the Earth,when I’m feeling tethered.

Blue Twinkle Lights

You look like home,the way you dance. Unfocused eyesSee starlight shoresas a single bulbis the lighthouse. I dreamed ofyour iced,chilly gaze. White twinkle lightswork in tandem,A friendin this lonely night. If you were to speakto each otherI’d overhear traded whispersof the horizon,spark of passionbetwixt twistedwire. You came with uswhen we set sail. It feels silly