I'm melting in the snow
my blood's sap I'm trees
tapped the temperature's rising
a sweet temple strapped
calculate us
I equate you with
staring square at the unmade
corners of the bed
you are, by and by
what does it mean to
cook/serve/eat the grains of rice
I wrote on, swore on
yes, I used to own a poster of a fractal
I imagine that
chaos probably functions
equally as form
destined to fade
holy shit that bruise!
a watercolor face down
still wet brush with death
untitled #8
this piece's title's
embedded in the piece its
self. can you find it?
famished
the bird bore an egg
mid flight. with no land in sight,
the sea took delight.
same page
we're tucked in the sheets
two pens in a shirt pocket
inky black warm hearts
how i found god
i'm a lizard pierced
on a thorn. laughing bleeding
staring at the sun
highway 1
riding round with you
i feel good, seat belt safe, full
filled up like gas tanks
honey glazed
tipped over you drip
with viscous indecision
wide mouth jar drooling
last one out
fires dying down
like my body laying down
logs crack, show gray, ash
leaves obscure
cracks in the sidewalk
look! line up exactly to
trees shadows, street lit
magician
i've tricks up my sleeves
shocking! a fresh battery
of eels, charged, waiting.
untitled #9
what is your stance on
mishaps? they happen, at times,
happenstance, missed times.
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