Doubting Thomas

goodbye everything

autumn doused

two bodies pounding into one another

develops the mindkiller

pushing rye into a belly of red coils

larvae is a blinking cursor

and then a pulse and then a doubting thomas

paradise is lined with magnesium nitrate

filled with the kind of sound

you have to spit in your hand to make

the lady reads karl marx

as our gondola drifts calmly under

doolittle will descend

and dead boys will nourish the maggots

gravity is

unidentifiable
when against the sun

Greenleaf

gold greenleaf cold

small violet holds me forever

slow dancing in a burning room

your pretty larynx said

old greenleaf fold

suture smile style of bones

crave the poems your iris tells

they were so beautiful

they were so brown

i was vermin

cuddling scraps

tossed down by your feet

memorizing your lip motions

when my name

would pass between

2:30 am

a piece of the moon shone behind her

from a metal post

the letter L inverted vertically

her thick black hair

long as the nile

black as the sky

contrast her perfect body

luminescent like diamonds on black velvet

she's quite insane

i can feel every inch of caution tape

wrapped around her

dozing off

with her head rested on my stomach

i run my fingers from alexandria

to luxor

as i try to hide

an erection

for the record books

Red Ribbon

red ribbon fall
from the mirror by the shore
where we were balcony

to orchestra

photo booth memory
next to my drivers license

explode the moon
and you'll see me

in an acrylic shade of blue

a crescent smile
lays dead in the sand
torturing my insides
cutting through flesh

removing the pancreas
then the liver

and then the brain

stroke the rear of my neck
with fingers and colourful little designs at the tips

lull me in your arms

my silver darling
my destroyer

my flare of the sun

yellow tape
to seal off the street you live on

i have these nude pictures of you
that i need to see from time to time

and it feels so wrong
just like my life

you're so far away now

i remember pigtails bound in red ribbon
saying more than words ever could

the last sunset
the last beautiful thing in this shit-hole of a world

Holidae

if only i could destroy you
all your
chernobyl caresses
against my inscissors
my live wires

like piano keys
playing a little malady
a song
passing through
my throat

remembering

instruments strung so tight
to pop and lash

eyes into lento
percussion skins atrophied

i remember

red and blue
color
dancing through

the windows
onto walls
like christmas lights

beckoning

some permanent holiday i'm sure

Bach's Cello Suites

i am a cinder

an orange illumination
through your closed eyes

if i had fingers
i could have felt
your goodness tear away

i was fatigued
i was useless

if i had eyes
i could have seen
your goodness tear away

i was pieces of dreams
rising up from a throat
spilling from it's mouth

the familiar choke
the nasal cavity sting

i am the poison i consume
i am the hate that keeps me distant

but in the evening
when i sit alone in my car


i am bach
and his cello suites