In The Dark

Tash, I don't think anything can fix me.

I feel very batlike..

Heh.. erect.. upside down?

I don't know, do bats have feathers?

Hold on, my mouth is cold.

So.. I can still feel its noise shapes.

Ah. .... Tomorrow I might take a shower.

Me too.

When I turn

I always find you in my sleepy corner,

baby.

Shhhhh, this is where we rest..

& the black scrolls down around us
like happy new skin.

I Love It When You Call Me,

Tash.

You are my heart, the gentle poppy covered slope
in my slippery glass world.

A poem with zig zag hair
lined with dust gods & morning glory
to which I send these ridiculous smiles.


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1:57 A.M.

the moon is shadow-
split

the girl has red in her laugh

&

the boy

a brush of comets in his hand



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for the BOTTOMS UP challenge in Spit Toon

In My Lazy Haze


I wear my warm skin

and wait for your slow smile

to kiss my face

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so here i am again
strumming for your second arm

a hole smashed
open

white eyes

loose

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i wear our love
in my throat

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when wings are lovely

i touch skin

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abracadabra

now you can trace me
through the glass

3 am

i lose u between pin clouds
and concrete
blue & white pills
a haze of half knees
legs & feet

when i finally fall into bed


ghostly sleds keep
pulling your face through my head

Darling

in parenthesis

a yellow morning

coffee &

Cheese Cake Factory Offer Confirmation #BRZN-8415

the fake voices of Magnet & Gemma Hayes covering Lay Lady Lay


clickable lickable eyes

nothing too very real.

straw dogs & closed tags

skull juice?

blood scented

&

divine

thump thump ity thump
from the radio
what would I do with an iPod
but go mad

what should I write about?
work and the lime green fireproof walls
the urine stench on each floor
the old waiting to die


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