tree massacre

boiled masks jet-lagged
with anger and the
leaves growing off
my fists are damp;
crowded with fallen
spaces.

there is a spaceship
overcrowding our
growth so we have
nothing to live
for.

abused for a meaningful
awareness of neglect
and strong perfume
off his stagnant
throat.

i am sorry.
but i could
never be your
void of
the space between
us.

i am bold
to lie with you
and lye to you.

in moonlight

we come with
lavender hands ready
for the morning of rain'd
on summer.

a fawn ran across my forearm
and rested beside my cracked
wrists; a tattoo of us was
supposed to have bled there.
i created a label for you
and wore it deaf while
i had the chance. copper
dancers distracted with
butterflies and open viruses;
i am detected so i fall free.

take a swim with me and
let us encounter the storm
of marble seas. the sea in
which you and i will
marry again- our
timeless disappointments.

the stone

fit into the palm of my
eyes and the torso of
my blindness has woken.

waterfall desks lubricated
with dehydration and
blood pressures we no
longer can feel.

i was never good enough
for fire and i am further
than most of our
dreams. terminal plaque
covered with solids of
our hearts beating,
breaking slow.

we are here to prescribe
each other into
the other. yet, we
are flavored
vampires accustomed
to the dying days.

we are just a lisp in
the ocean wave;
a soul found by the
little smiles of kindergarten
sand.

the rain changed

so did the direction of
our stars and the crooked
tires of the black cycle
that is now apart. a part
of the sky.

juggle me whole while
our disconnected lashes
comb finely through the
long of
suicides neck. 

i thought we were cages
but we just forgot to
pull in our wing ended
fairy tale. a fine tale of
taupe fairies in diluted
with innocence, hair.
we got caught with
the wires wide
closed.

black ice rigid with
fearless light and hopeful
tears; our faces will glisten as
we stare at our stars;
in the morning
moon.