i'd strung you up in twine and fine branches and imagination fragments your voice followed suit in feathers which i tied to that crooked ring hanging up how ridiculous to chain compression waves when they are in fact like wings in your throat to pin you down in dreams was a fucking waste like taking life from a gull or serenading the soul of some captain hoping he'll stay and listen and peer through the torrents of rotating face and open his lips to sound like water but your voice cast open webs capable of trapping my lids so i could drift off in something immense something wider than wind and sharper than spit i saw you in those depths as tides realigned and i casted the net i listened
Tag: poetry
third vow
neahkanie may 2020 no kidding i'm as big as this earth big as the wind in locomotion look at the teal of the sea it never ends end has no end and the seals play along its edge if 6 was 9 that'd be fine or if heaven were hell it was an angel that fell after all to create their own paradise gabrielle and lucifer are brothers, sisters and blood runs deeper than sin i close my lids, its all the same this edge is as holy as a summit a thin transition line between the elements i am a rock! it's where i stand nothing quite as sacred as land its infinite disintegrations like when the pine trees slide into the sea i will be ready to be swallowed whole macerated and shit out clean like rain escaping heaven only to turn back tracing circles on a plane shaped without time
unvirgin
september 2019 goodbye ocean! my voluptuous lover! lay off the sodium, it makes you bloat or do whatever you want i’m only joshin until i’m back soak the verse & when i do step back in you’ll know my head follow me on this velvet gradient the salmon’s dimming pupil about to dip underwater leaving us indigo lines in threes we descend this jacob’s ladder submerged to salt water when in the hills i fucked the land now there’s the sea she’s back — life, my lover praise the gods hollow belly running off unalloyed joule under gray satin ripplings enigmatic stitches liquid salt water wine dry in my throat eucharist mists scrub over my veins hemoglobin rust chains the moon near the moon near i match it face to face on the aqueous face clasp limbs over the whitecap rim sink to my toes catch my breath to feel her breathe to break surface like slick fish she a mirage of hands combing over sand over over tracing land’s epidermis wearing down skin i love you now just as then even when i’m not here even when i’m sleeping even when i’m leaving even when i’m dead
the villain
the villian
has legs that extend walks first on the heels wears a hat with thread breathes deeply beats a snare drum chest blinks the eyes traces the sidewalk web listens to the blues takes a pack of cigarettes likes gas station florescence talks to empty heads stalks only the stars ties the day into nets is slipped the green to dream rewrites alphabets has no anatomy is shadow: arms ears leg neck reads corso curls the lip's edge evades the sky's pellets faces no constellation holds the apple won't eat it finds the top of a hill feels full & unfed swears to god witnesses the bereft stares into lit houses reaches into your ebb wishes for the best unafraid of the dead unafraid of the dead unafraid of the dead
the narrows
tacoma — gig harbor the edge of july such green teeth — the bridge gaping wide. i walk the divide sewn by cement and the towers. i stalk cathedral at sunrise. here, genie— swim up from the depths, swim up with silver eyes and dreams where the roads intercept. below the black ashes run on and on — ashes run on tracks, run fast on iron wings. rail laid out— your hand beckoning some thing some thing every thing found dunked in that blue throat drunken— i saw smoke simmering all around — faces and friends and unknown towns— tan brick buildings— city brooding city thoughts— a single singing wind. but nothing and no one — only alone blue horizon. the fiery ring sighs slow in the face of that yawning bridge with such green teeth underneath infinite blue, above the infinite soul, the eddying sound, spinning where the roads intercept. below the black ashes run on and on — ashes run on tracks, run fast on iron wings.
