The Tigress

so it was the two of them
in a tiny apartment
he
a hopeless romantic
mostly hopeless

she was a tigress
and this was her cave

And he would come around
in hopeful times
hoping that she would let him in

for reasons like
calling out to her fire escape
with a bottle of wine
hoping it was the language of love

and if he was lucky
it was
and she'd let him in

So he would come in
and they would sit down
across from each other
in the tiny apartment
bursting with leisure
and hippie crap

He would tell her romantic things
and she would grin at him
as if
he was what's for dinner

and wine and hippie crap
would fall out their mouths
until the sunset
or the sky was invisible

All the while
she thinking of the gorgeous meal
she scarred away
months back

And all the while
his mind fixed on the romantic
unaware
of how hopelessly hopeless he was

Not even months
but weeks later
i ran into the poor conned
chump
I mean he was truely hopeless
nothing ever added with him
just took away
so i asked him
if he was still keeping tabs on that tigress
the one he was hunting

And he said-
"You know?
For long moments of time
I would sit outside her cave
and watch her
So i watched her as she left one day
and she never came back"

See? Even a noose will work

I break bread over silver tongues
And castrate babies
Feed pretentious bastards with gold spoons
And shake my head with "maybe's"

I make blue moons
Answer shooting stars
And wolf howls

Infect fictitious nonfiction
With once in-a-life time's everyday
And make fun of great philosopher's theories
When I hear people pray

I own a home resort getaway
On the nineth cloud
Where I commence swimming in thunder
And making absolutism proud

"WHO AM I?"
Who are you to call?
I may serve you
But I still reserve the right for a coup de-tat

I make trees blush for lovers
I aim like a sniper
For a kiss from the soulless
While bending hell

I'm sexest and not
Called man
Desired woman
Though no one can really tell

First they said I was one
Now I'm one in three
Who knows what the future holds
Or even if you'll see me

I've burned the walls of famed establishments with graffiti
Crushed whole kingdoms under my third-eye while it's blinking
Wrapped my tongue around whole worlds
All while sitting in my chair thinking

I'm European with blonde hair
I'm african with locks
And if you look close enough
I'm a middle east orphan
who set a millennial
C4 strapped
Alarm clock

freedom
Truth
justice
Providence
The metaphysically empathetic
Your reasons
All seem soulless
You see
Cause in the end
Nothing
And I do mean nothing
Serves your government
Better than me

the poet was dead before you got there

the size of my love
is this breathing light
that puts me inside
a flooding ship
slowly disappearing at sea

You can find it
in Berlin
or behind some great wall
maybe even
inside this metal heart
of mine

a wishful alignment
to a fragile fall
from this day-long act
of suck
and fuck
and the occassional lips
til our skin pressure creates
shades of grey

this social storm
yells after cherished dreams
lost in a subway

sure
i'll breakdown the window
so you can see
and if you ask "where?"
then I've lost you touching me

so don't waste my sunrise
on confusion

true
your perdus gaze
made me afraid of everything
that can pass the time
but
i gave that up a long time ago
so evolution would stay with me

now
i'm a soul stealer
on earthly plane
and in order to fly
you use this energy
teasing me playfully

but
i can smell the minute cracks
in your laughter
and slits of darkness
shine through them periodically

so tell me
how much longer will we play
til i find gold?

pick a number please!
before i slip and bleed
on angels and pranks

i think you killed me

Bored engines
hum queens
with firey changes
and mascara
around their fur

to make the sun rise
a sweet savoring
of no ordinary words
creates
volcanic cries
so elated
you'd think
it was
a riptide of gods
blowing through the world
in neon
to shell out a verbal dream

and now
I'm slowly turning into
sinking beats
and decaying wonder

falling in-between the crack of day

amazing
your love
was a passive
and
forsoothing stranger
that sunk so deep
i wonder
was there a casualty in all this?

her laughter in B-flat

Show-stopping doll smiles
stretched and pulled
over open eyes

To listen intently upon

you need
children yelling ghost screams
through midnight air

To break the fluid consciousness
in hidden motives

You need to
say grace
and speak politely
stab crowds
with a breathing laughter
bought out a candy store

To unlock
complacent angel voices
snatched up by
diseased houses
playing in the wind

strap a forest
clogged with fireflies

to reprint

a mouse voice in the corner
sleeps forever
while sundance patterns
try to choke the closing day

But a smile and voice
is all you’ll hear
mostly a smile

Sex with an Anarchist

Keep my sanded senses out of colored promises
and my gorgeous eyes in gold and steel

can't you see
that all my friends are on fire?
leave my splendid hands
in a fate austere

i can hear everything
when my heart is burning
why cant this worlds creations
slight my rainbow fears?


well then

I'll break the ground
I'll slit its wrists
i'll wreck this world
and swallow your artifice

and if we're remiss
with tradition
we can have a life to save

all we need is recognition
and we can mend these ways

but i'm still incomplete
i need a face or soul
but i don't need your help
stand back!
and watch the birth of gold

maybe if i resolve knowing
maybe if i just give in
if i just...
listen to what they say
if only i could trade what you thought was love
even so
it wouldn't mean a thing

because
i see now
that you can part oceans
and move against them

but this is done backwards
methods are left to ghost
this isn't icarus
a darling felicity

and so

appall my acid smiles
and neon thoughts
that beam with resolve

pull apart these lies
that risk your own kind
obscure unkind
til you risk yourself to find

and if your not lying
holdon to yourself
as if you belonged

and if we're remiss
with tradition
we can have a life to share
we don't need introduction
it will end our days
just recognition

i see now
you drag yourself
grudgingly
through murky halls
of aggravated violence

and scream at them with ellipses

but this is done backwards
methods are left to ghost
this isn't icarus
a darling felicity

it's the main view
of a chameleon audience
transfigured by the rain

werewolf

well
i'm a werewolf
a werewolf

susceptible to moonlight

the scars on my skin
are from previous insights

well i'm a werewolf
a werewolf

i wakeup to each sun
with cuts
and shallow bruised

You leavin?
well
not like anyone'll know
sept that floozy
called the moon

well
i'm a werewolf
a werewolf

nobody cares
and nobody knows my name

their always scared
or looking for fame

well i'm a werewolf

a werewolf

no need for talk you see
minus the were wolf you've seen
take hold of me

I'm invisible to the eye
that is

until you cry
or take hold of me

We're starting to ripe

a culmination of
societies venom
in the form of
smiling white teeth and black gums
gutter smoke poofing out
the onyx concave in-between
empty, hole-sockets
vertical eye punches
repeatedly
dragging away from
sludge and grit
to slither up and down
some pure white coral
ejaculating acid
mud drips down
eroding and draining
while the coral tries to escape
still pure
until the smiling grin moves aside
replenished
with its eyes slithering behind it...

Eulogy for the sun

Her name was Ashley

A sliver of blue moon
behind the sun
morning voice
relinquish burden
inside the belly of conditional shouts

yea
she had a voice that was very loud
we're going to miss her

Her name was Ashley
And she had a voice
with the strength of bulls
So loud
the earth
would groan and pull

Another voice amongst the large
But a voice
so big
it knocked against stars
but the clouds were stronger
so my image was smothered
we're going to miss her


Her name was Ashley
another voice
amongst an army
who fed me
when my eyes
were starving
from relinquished debt
beside my woe
impaled heart-stone
burdens
wrought of sorrow

dipped in a bath of children playing with sulfur
a smile to a chuckle
and then it was over
but i
unchanging to accept
the way things won
found
drops of blood
filled with silence
will scream outside
your verbal lungs
and by then
she was gone

and we'll miss her
she had a whole lot to say
but yea, so long...

bone weak

i speak into her hands
as if i belonged

with evening skin

and a voice
that would grab hold to you
and pull you out of dreams

while dribbling
darling thoughts
onto the leg and calf
the size of my love
sinks so deep
it heckles the sun
to spot G
in her civilian becoming
with a knife-clenching perfection
so elated
she can't even breath
taking in gulps
of this suffocated hunger
until the thick, pulling weight of urgency
traps what's unknown into a breath
that i may

release

but i push through so hard
to bear quakes in a resurrection
that now weighs-in unconditioned
and
swallows her being whole
until
only pieces
can be seen
at the break of day

You're like, so art scene

Hey princess
whenever
wherever
your body lies
when you think of me
and how i'm so crazy
i hope the sun
is burning out your eyes

Shallow Martinis

Darling thoughts and...
Martinis
with a shade of green
beside tables
near the bar
at the door
looking mean

plopped up in chairs
or next to a pole

"Good morning beautiful!"
and goodbye "hellos"

thoughts so unbled
i can't pull them out
even to have something to sit on
while we talk

yet their slowly melting
and reaching out
from the pores beneath my eyelids
calling your name

But don't burst our trifle conversation
because i'm a martyr
to shallow friends
and acquaintances

and if I have to
i'll hand you my soul
on dead pieces of conversation grins

and make it shine
like a new-borne
beneath those lovely eyes

My life in D-minor

if i ruled the world
sun flowers would have holes
morning love would be in fashion
and Green eyes
would be belle
for invitations
on rainy days
to inspect the carpet floor
and throw pillows
with your back in various ways

influenza (in heels)

"Hey baby
don't stay away
or i'll drain you"

"pissing on territory?
yearning for lithium?
i'll cum as i may
but please
don't stay away
or i'll drain you"

Do or die
sit and cry
Your time is running short
when the sun comes in
and opens your eyes
you'll see
i'll have done all the work

The scars are spiderwebs
that don't do
a hella good
to a firing love
that leaves you bruised- "Apologies baby
ignore the echo in the back
it's only saying
i'll drain you..."

Daddy Dearest

wet film
wrapped around
loose-leaf
Morbid chemistry
raped on the screaming backs of
progress (that blind uncertainty)

How much the sound hurts
when you bring it to my attention

A headache so strong
i think that my head might explode

On closer look
you shove
bloodless voices
in the distance
under rain clouds
and me

on the brink of extinction.

Muscle Memory

I pase the walls
and growl at your clothes

what's considered hallmark
is really a prose

so sore to hold her
i'm left re-scarred
while
thigh perfume paints a thinning world
i open your bones
and scream down the halls

professing my hunger
with the conviction
of born-again vegetarians
turn wrong
i'm locked inside
a door slam and seat belied
it seems
I will be trapped in here forever

misquito thoughts
aggravating
the curl of sensation

deep inside my heart
where i can see us fucking

deep inside

but give her only a shard
seeing i
grow from Your whole being
enchanting my worlds to run through smiles
to nurture escape from a generated laughter
and shine upon the moon

Dizzy on Mars

sleep walking past the destruction of a nation
during the resurrection of Jesus Christ
wraps around your swollen eyes in laughter
while leaving you behind
only to stare back periodically

we're all
so much better
than devil laughs
moving to the top of your golden finger

watch us throw up
til you collapse
and wait to breath

our world pulls you into the bleak
and removed
deconstruction
of gilded steps and milky smooth isolation

pulling you out a field of light
into a tranquil exhale of blue smoke and glass
showing whats beyond years
crouching through smiles
and trapping yawns
to the roof of your mouth
just so you can cry
then roll over
to let the world implode
from a speechless conversation

Eeyore's Song

so you can't remember
your reasons now

and you can't see
stars from the ground

your heard your calling
but the voice is fading

and unrehearsed skepticism
bleeds inside

be true to yourself
because Rome can tell you
a very violent lie
lock you up in solitude
where you'll never speak again

The warrior from mars

i spent last night
with a shooting star
on the outskirts of hopelessness

where we talked of
wind and rain
craters and ash

right now
i see that you were eager
i thought i would remiss
but i guess you really needed me to ask

it shamed
the fireball to show
her drowned and sodden heart
soaked in all those months
of liquid fears

and i know
you saw that look on me
as if i was apalled
that small speck of moment
lost in our ears

i wanted more
despite the pyre
from those secretes laced in gold
but my hands flinched
when i moved
to wipe her face

her eyes closed tight
feeding the fire
and so
my heart turned cold
but sometimes
that's needed
to give a warm embrace

Pencil Drawings

restless thoughts unbled

behind fragile casing

a midnight voice

that's kept inside

untouched by rust 

and 

rainbow fears

A pale light fills in the cracks

along a glassy mane of black coal

with tongue and pen

Both glued to mind

strangling the composition of a faded smile

Growing ebon needles 

reaching out to find

breech nerve to reveal

Me 

dissolving with a dripping mist

and

imagine with me

a yelp of escape

so thin and light

it slips through the slits of reaching

and shines within the pale cold 

of writing smiles

pulling you out of me 

and 

pressing down 

til relief is scored