Beardie-Love

Crickets are too swift for you, Beardie-Love, so I’ll pinch a plump mealworm, make it squirm, brush your cheek with it until you crunch it. Crunch. Munch on shredded collards spinning between my thumb and index finger, tickled under your chin. My digits are too…

Hour 3

Melting I never craved chocolate until I witnessed the horizon meet Those perfect brown eyes.

Inside Out

Outside the bones are pale, visible, crooked, inflamed. Inches of neon fill sensitive parts of my anatomy. The skin is paler still, wrapped in fur like a rug, like a quilt gleaming like armor. My memory explodes like alphabet soup. Spilling words like Andy Warhol…

7~17

do I dare? (she whispered)                        (to herself) i feel SO weirdly funny…   <<she gently began to nudge>> <<& scooch>>   if only it weren’t so dark in here!            …

Buyer be wear

People should come with little tags sewn on their necks proper care, cleaning what they are made from with exact percentages better than the clichéd’ ‘what’s your sign?’ you could ask to see their tag I would be looking for a girl who was blend,…

shade

under the shadow of branches low steady strong to sit with a similar soul human or bird is a special kind of company for a brief moment you share a breath smile heartbeat until the wind returns and you part for separate worlds or bedrooms

my calendar

I know I tell you this all the time. I love you and only want you. Crazy thing is, it just doesn’t feel right dating and trying all over again like a rollercoaster ride it gets boring and makes me ill after too many rides….

Hour 7: Crows for Carrion

The crows keep pecking Picking at the carrion Of my lost childhood The corpse keeps twitching Restless still But rotted within Cartilage and bone May be enough to stand on If not for the crows Feathers like petrol Let them burn An ink black pyre…

Remus

Two black eyes the size of nickels peek from under caramel fluff, nose twitching at the smell of rain. Back legs pump and kick, three pellets clink down on the hardwood. A salt wheel dries from enameled bars, a wooden chew splintered under a fuzzy…

Relaxed Time

As silence fell upon my lip Word desires to spill and drip And so I spoke where souls now sleep Knowing all my secrets keep Overwhelmed by living thought This blessing curse leading lost Every doorway speaking no Hallway long, as more unfold Seeing all,…