Pelvic and palaces, mattresses, a thousand clocksand turkey incubators – inked fingers, escalators pulling upwardsover the mountain milk thistledwith fragrance, begging and violence, 117 more words
Deliver me from wanting what I want,
our dreams are dreams as long as they remain
a dream. I dreamt my latest last triumph;
I’m giving up today. 81 more words
1 day, 15 hours
long live the martyr
Starting from a chair in the corner of a room.The chair is choked with ivy.
A tooth, blue with plaque and struck through with gold. 21 more words
2 days, 14 hours
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3 days, 7 hours
Lopsided conversations spoke in jest,
in jest because the truth is too alarming.
The truth is wicked. Wide. Wide hipped females.
Just kidding. Truth is wicked tho. 77 more words
4 days, 6 hours
We don’t ejaculate or ooze our words
in shaking spurts, our lexicon is measured
and metered, counted out in inches, soft
then hard, unstressed and stressed. 82 more words
4 days, 8 hours
I move into a softer light, cool soft,
consumer standard, roses in my poems,
i lift a hammer, instagram her smile,
then tap a rusted nail into her wrists, 73 more words
4 days, 15 hours