The Other Body

Hands on the ceilingYou crawl. Legs bent and broken,Up against the wall. Head twisting,Mouth spitting, I wish I couldn’t see youAt all. What are you,But a part of me? A part of meOnly I’m capableTo see. I sing of your existenceCreate artWith resistanceI spread yourBane with assistanceName with insistenceNewly convinced,That I’m a simple mindedFool,Obsessed withAttention.

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?

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

The leaves cut

The leaves cut- Eviscerate As I walk below their branches. What is it that I have done? Oh,they say I have forgotten. You seethe world tells me storiesand it has been assigned to meto relay them. Not to anyone but me,I transcribe. They seehow I forgetmy one job; Though I have many others,(and I’m quite

The Gods Have Left Me

I watched them go,those Spirits. Nameless beingsunstable,unable. They don’t belong here,they said to me. We must leave. What path do Gods partake? Through the ground,I pondered.I imagined a portalof molten rock,lava swirls,powered by devotion. Where would it take them? Does directiondefecttheir intention? Would they truly sayif up goes to heaven? Intangible perceptiongets locked in my

Staring into the Eyes in the Walls

Shivering graspstaring into eyesinsidefrom behindblack holes in whitened clasp I don’t consider them hiddenI consider them riddenwith diseasebehind seasof thievestake sleevesof hidden things Slipped awayfrom our cloudy cold days. Their findings in frost,collections of loststand between inch thick walls. We constantly peerinto their abyss veneersheer,but yet we will never get near Do you know that

Listen To Us

Vomit already!You poison usAre we not good enough for youanymore? Is our crafted world for youtoo small now? Pitiful,ugly,freak. You could have our powerbut you won’t BE SILENTBE STILLBE SILENTBE STILL BE SILENT BE STILL. I STILL SEE YOU.

Names

Taking the formof different facesyou make me second guess myself.To turn around in a busy streetor alone in my bedroomyou make me turnto see if you are behind me. Am I fun? Do you enjoy me? I cower in a dark corner,no blanket thick enoughto hide from your needlevicious emotion injected,you make me turnto get