Hello,
did you see my text?
i missed your call
the other day
the network was bad
[it’s always bad]
i know
wait, had lunch yet?
[just breakfast]
you’re such a slow eater
[you’re picky too]
i’d pay another cent
to speak with you
[that’s not expensive, haha]
yeah, life’s cheap
when you’ve got nothing
more to lose, you know
[i know]
full course, appetizer
long life, sympathizer
watch his body fall
like dominoes out the sky
crushed in strong hands
young lord, dragged around by his horse
till his body breaks
into fine particles
mixing with the dust
step on him, leave your prints in
so he takes the memory with him
to an afterlife where our last meal
is nails bitten
& tears drunk
If you start something
I decide
When to end it
This puzzle we piece
These parts of you
Don’t need fixing
And we both know
When the night bends over us
I take a piece of you
And fix it underneath myself
When the day breaks
I hang you on the wall
So the rays kiss you
Like I’ve wanted to
But you’re not coming this way
Anymore
Even though you left
Quite a magnitude of yourself
In puzzle pieces and wet dreams
And this fucking fog between us
Just won’t go away
It doesn’t matter anyway
I’ll fuck the puzzle. And your pictures. And your shadows.
And the glint in your eyes. And bite the mole on your lips.
And run my tongue like a marathon
On your slender nape.
Even though there’s a fog between us,
I can see you clearly
So don’t even think
Of running away.
#love
what are you babbling
about? my cracked lips
faux smile
fat waist
i let the words float
stitch them against
each other. breathe in
chaos
fixing
this bad blood
& if i can’t take it
no more
i let hell descend
from the top of your head.
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My mind
Is a stagnant pond
&
I am fragments
Of different things
Where time stands still
In a black film
Each fragment is a piece
Each piece is a vessel
One piece is a man
I carved out from gopher
Another is a girl
I knitted in the attic
A piece is a woman
I molded from leftover clay
Another is a body
I folded with the paper
Of my first poem
Of the first time
I walked into a vessel
That wasn’t mine
If I throw it up
Into the hungry flames
Which of them can pretend to be
Intact? Whole? New?
Which of them
Can imitate me?
Which of them
Is me?
Round & round
Round & around
Drip! Drip!!
Drip!!!
I mimick the ceiling fan
I mimick the tap
The shoes are tighter than my dress
But I twirl around without a care
This rhythm, I maintain
Distance, I remain
Candles in the dark room
Tables for two
The sun sets in an orange vase
I pluck out her petals
One by one as I chant
I can get over the cold
Even though it’s been years
My shoes are still dancing
Because the music plays
Faster in dusk
The dark hues round
My eyes, drip
Wide sinks
Liquid trickles
Down my spine
Everything stinks
But you can ignore the stench
Match my step
Wait for the sound
Wait for the bartender
Wait for the order
Wait, while I complain
Wait! I’m yet to answer
Wait!! Don’t start without me…
Wait!!!
Don’t leave without me… please
Round & round
Round & around
The ceiling fan spins
Like a young ballerina
Who didn’t know better
Drip! Drip!!
Drip!!!
Every five minutes the tap leaks out
Droplets of desire
She’d buried inside her heart.
No, I’m not Cinderella,
Not one of the invitees either.
I heard there was a ball here
& I was just passing by.
Ice queen
Champagne
Drunk men
Diving
Skin deep
Painless
Curse me
Stainless
Ask God
Horseshit
Feel me
Riding
Grey clouds
Rising
Black smoke
Blinding
Dark jokes
My thing
Dumb notes
Take them
Fall through
My dreams
Sucks though
Breathing
Run Joe
Screw them
Fuck you
Distance.
KillerBee