Monday, 22 April 2019

i will just write

until my knees bend clean
and the capital curls of
ignorance save us
all. save
us all.
hard shells under our
bleeding eyes holding
still while i capture their
silence. these grey lines
distracting me cleaver
sobering your tears
adding plastic wrap
onto your tongues.
time masturbating
with this page long enough
to end what i first said.
i am bleeding clean
i am asking you
to help me
drown.



heat beats

heartbeats in my palms  with tiger sky skin and tanned eyes with red clouds.  heaven sent another angel and Zen breathed again.  love slathe...