Friday, September 30, 2016

Cacophemism

I will open your hands to the blow of soot
Foam around
And the pejorative of illumination

I am changing mistakes with your consciousness
The number of exaltation

Soot off the hands
Ascribes oceans to winds

I am distorting the image of reality
Darkness is pejorative
Because it does not expect illumination

It was a line

It was a line that was holding me
Something between me and you
Part of the tuned out distance
That was saying this is enough

It was a line that was holding me
My back, and the bumping elevator
That you came to cut
as a sign of your good will

It was a line that was holding me
And it was a line that you put in me
Running through my brain
Tipping the notes

It was a line that was holding me
It is the shame that you brought before me

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Mow the lawn

I'm floating right below the water
And you are trimming my feet and my head
So it'd be easier for me to collapse
Like you'd mow the lawn every week

I was 5 and in your bed and mostly scared
They'd been trimming my arms and my voice
As I was floating underneath the water

They want me to use my brutalized limbs then march
But I'm floating right below the water, most of the time

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Dead beat

All you ever surround yourself with are lies
And that bullet shot twice once across my heart
Then once across my head, putting me on the verge
Always pulling me closer to the edge

You are stealing my time away
As I'm freeing my foot
And now I'm lying on the sidewalk again
It's just a tiny bit of hope
A leg that strayed
I come up then let it go

You went after my soft underbelly
After the softness of my tissues
Was it a joke to you?
Because I'm pretty sure
You were killing me

I still dance to the rhythm of that dead beat
I still dance to the rhythm of that dead beat
I still dance to the rhythm of that dead beat
I still dance to the rhythm of that dead beat
I still dance to the rhythm of that dead beat
I still dance to the rhythm of that dead beat
I still dance to the rhythm of that dead beat

There was a fountain I was walking by
Why did you pretend to walk with me?
I'm still rising from the ashes of what you'd left there for me

But I still dance to the rhythm of that dead beat

There was a girl I believed in
I hope she's real
God, let her be real

Sunday, September 4, 2016

...

I'm listening to you and oceans are flowing through me
Waves are washing your words till detailed causes emerge
And precision tears my insides

But as who I am starts glaring through my face
I let go of the slides

I'm learning to speak as I'm finding the answers
On the shore I'm arranging the words: blue, pink, white

Thursday, September 1, 2016

I'll pass this time

My dog was watching me as I was lying on the floor
waiting for the storm to pass 
Counting respect like straws in my cup

You're coming a bit too close and I'm starting to get sick

Sometimes I speak too much sometimes I wonder if it's worth it
Each of my breaths slows down the emptiness around me

I'll pass this time

You're coming a bit too close and it's pulling my eyes out of my sockets
You're making me play something not worth it

I'll pass this time