Thursday, 4 May 2017

sandpaper home

i memory you and deceived
my left arm; ink penetrated my
metal destruction once again.
i can break waters in your heart
I can break waters in your dead
viens and feel the burn off your
eyes. leopard eyes.


storm set tilts in our
married membranes;
in a sandpaper home
we made a house.


preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...