bruised

Want to paint the fault lines that intertwine your thoughts
drink of your aspirations before we get thrust into this long winded choke
on the advice of your tongue slipping from the re verb of reason
fascination with how I dive curtailed by the waves we swim
your inward promises choke me like a concubine out of 1924
slit the veins free and let freedom cum all over your reign
just four times before they jet me off to bed

sleep in water

you make no sense but it looks to be my shade from the shore
as it swelters downward into the blistering streets upon your neon
belts keeping you from the faded scenes in waking up with one broken wing
and a scar stretched across the chest where your heart used to bleed
frozen for a time when our minds would meet on the edge of the tide
remember the silence at the end of july


carry your gun with me between two legs and a trunk of a maze
wearing your armor and you on my back high jumping like a fighter on
thirty thousand pain pills per chattered day kissed up and choking like a whore
waiting for your pensive pen to draw into your tattooed screams


speak in our secret language thus you own the ocean and i own the fire that keeps it warm not without jealously of the azure pools that conquer your inner thoughts of doubt and pain sliced open up to the collar and neck cover it with a tie but don't thread me in speak with two lips on my forehead eye inverted into a kiss starring back in amazement just don't look away as the tide remains when you turn to watch the sun run down

gone



cut my chords
stand me up free
of your strings
no hands up the ass
only fingers that can find
their way inside
the deepest
gravity pulling
of your mind
wearing my soul thin
until you
cut it from the souls of my feet