It is not okay
to be in a park after dark
with a shovel.
It is not okay
to sprint
anywhere after 1 A.M.
It is okay
to mess your pants
if and only if someone points a deadly weapon
at your face already too scarred.
It is okay
to call it a day when
you know you've had enough
of anything worthy of metrics.
It is never okay
to cash out
for convenience's sake
regardless of how
another day will
measure up
to what you just went through.
original works of parts
Get Off
Do you know what gets me hard
because I don't. So please
send a memo to my receptionist
who can be found at the corner of
disinterest and fetishism.
Just after the intersection of
asexuality and morbid curiosity.
because I don't. So please
send a memo to my receptionist
who can be found at the corner of
disinterest and fetishism.
Just after the intersection of
asexuality and morbid curiosity.
Enforcer
Really, I am hoping someone will break the rules
so that I can
be the self we both know I am
and have restrained
through the years,
but how fun
would
it be
for once
to call cops
and me not be
the one at fault this time,
because they are so adorable;
I really could eat them up and not think twice.
so that I can
be the self we both know I am
and have restrained
through the years,
but how fun
would
it be
for once
to call cops
and me not be
the one at fault this time,
because they are so adorable;
I really could eat them up and not think twice.
Springtime in France
Everything is turning green again,
despite your best efforts
to burn,
and then, one morning, you realize
it is okay
to lay up your Winter weaponry,
the body armor, the swords,
the footwear, the eye protection,
the gloves, the neck protector,
and the long range sights
for good this time,
because,
biting into the tree bud and tasting
the milk means so much more than
it did, when you knew
it would be the last Spring
you ever tasted in that hell hole.
The crack of the sprig between your teeth
and the question mark
down your throat,
the thought that this might be
where I lay my head to rest for good,
is a thing, of itself, fantastic
to begin to imagine.
As everything turns green,
and the paranoia laced to the promise
new years bring, like Ahab to a whale found,
it comes on strong
everything grows calm and waits
for the sounds of morning birds
to translate from
Winter's hallucinations
to Summer's waking dream
with absolutely nothing in between
besides a little rainfall.
despite your best efforts
to burn,
and then, one morning, you realize
it is okay
to lay up your Winter weaponry,
the body armor, the swords,
the footwear, the eye protection,
the gloves, the neck protector,
and the long range sights
for good this time,
because,
biting into the tree bud and tasting
the milk means so much more than
it did, when you knew
it would be the last Spring
you ever tasted in that hell hole.
The crack of the sprig between your teeth
and the question mark
down your throat,
the thought that this might be
where I lay my head to rest for good,
is a thing, of itself, fantastic
to begin to imagine.
As everything turns green,
and the paranoia laced to the promise
new years bring, like Ahab to a whale found,
it comes on strong
everything grows calm and waits
for the sounds of morning birds
to translate from
Winter's hallucinations
to Summer's waking dream
with absolutely nothing in between
besides a little rainfall.
Bawlderdash
He won't kiss me in public
and won't kiss me in private
unless he's drunk
on alcohol and I want to
call you, but it's 1 A.M.
and I know you will be more upset
that I called
you before you finished your homework
than the fact that I am having a
major minor major crisis. The
backstory alone is enough
to put a narcoleptic, hopped up on
depressants, to sleep, but I
trust you because you were the one
who kissed tears
off my cheeks when I was not big
enough to not cry and
I already know what's wrong, but
I want to hear it from your mouth
so that I can know
it's okay to walk away again
like nothing happened.
and won't kiss me in private
unless he's drunk
on alcohol and I want to
call you, but it's 1 A.M.
and I know you will be more upset
that I called
you before you finished your homework
than the fact that I am having a
major minor major crisis. The
backstory alone is enough
to put a narcoleptic, hopped up on
depressants, to sleep, but I
trust you because you were the one
who kissed tears
off my cheeks when I was not big
enough to not cry and
I already know what's wrong, but
I want to hear it from your mouth
so that I can know
it's okay to walk away again
like nothing happened.
The Good Ship
There are many names
for many well known ships.
Crafts worthy of
the high seas and the ends of Earth.
My starship has no name
because it simply is.
When I tell you that you can board
the ship, that there is a seat
reserved it is no small gesture
because there only ever is
space for one
and all the rest of me that travels
deep. There are many names
she goes by
under the hood
of our personal communiques,
but really, the only thing
appropriate that you can call her
by is the starship;
any other name
is just a name for another thing
with which no one will ever identify.
for many well known ships.
Crafts worthy of
the high seas and the ends of Earth.
My starship has no name
because it simply is.
When I tell you that you can board
the ship, that there is a seat
reserved it is no small gesture
because there only ever is
space for one
and all the rest of me that travels
deep. There are many names
she goes by
under the hood
of our personal communiques,
but really, the only thing
appropriate that you can call her
by is the starship;
any other name
is just a name for another thing
with which no one will ever identify.
Threepeat
We've figured it out and games have grown
into patterns of life. Streaks of events
that lend themselves to understanding
better than Saturdayed outliers. And I
have come to know who he is and who
you are, a woman tethered by
definitions defiant of reason to
a man half of me and double my age and I
am just as enamored with his quirks
as you are and maybe
that makes our meeting,
your baby drinks and my
burly malts and
all of it so far removed from
your last child
older than me,
okay; the agreement being
no two alone,
but
it turns
that he is not what he billed and
you are and have
been from day one. So,
are we bad to do
what we have been doing
on the sly or is he bad
for using me?
into patterns of life. Streaks of events
that lend themselves to understanding
better than Saturdayed outliers. And I
have come to know who he is and who
you are, a woman tethered by
definitions defiant of reason to
a man half of me and double my age and I
am just as enamored with his quirks
as you are and maybe
that makes our meeting,
your baby drinks and my
burly malts and
all of it so far removed from
your last child
older than me,
okay; the agreement being
no two alone,
but
it turns
that he is not what he billed and
you are and have
been from day one. So,
are we bad to do
what we have been doing
on the sly or is he bad
for using me?
Corsickth
The dream is the same.
Nothing is change.
Except the places where my elbow sits when
the thought of when I am is more than where and questions rise like shreds of toothpicks in my socks in shoes I've worn too long for the length of a day, but think of the socks, the socks unchanged, holy hell, I just wish the man in the gray sweat suit would say anything so I could day dream slightly more sane at the local hole.
Nothing is change by another name.
Nothing is change.
Except the places where my elbow sits when
the thought of when I am is more than where and questions rise like shreds of toothpicks in my socks in shoes I've worn too long for the length of a day, but think of the socks, the socks unchanged, holy hell, I just wish the man in the gray sweat suit would say anything so I could day dream slightly more sane at the local hole.
Nothing is change by another name.
Just a Quote 3
Catch you with my deathbag
You may think I've gone insane
But I promise
I will kill again.
Through the darkness of future past
The magician longs to see
One chance out between two worlds:
Fire, walk with me.
Protection (who holds your leash 2)
I am not as violent
as I used to be,
but if he hurts you
again and you want me
to become
the hound at the end
of your chain linked
leash, say the words
in my ear, and from
there I will have a
time so carnival
they will put me away
for more years
than there are stars
in the sky
on our brightest nights.
as I used to be,
but if he hurts you
again and you want me
to become
the hound at the end
of your chain linked
leash, say the words
in my ear, and from
there I will have a
time so carnival
they will put me away
for more years
than there are stars
in the sky
on our brightest nights.
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