Sunday, December 29, 2024
Saturday, December 21, 2024
frosted window sill
few breaths from sleep
open mouth and free flowing drool
the ceiling looks like holes and mold
and the things i say are stand up for uninterested crowds
my fingers
are pliable but not independent
is that gout or paranoia
drugs or deprivation
my body
is coalescing into something greater
emulsification of dyke night and bite marks
walking contradiction
i can't figure out quite when freaky got hot
and maybe it still isnt
Thursday, December 5, 2024
december
everything frosts over
hands too
fingers shake and knuckles gesticulate
particular twitches come from Abilify
others from the creatures in my veins
hands
two
thats how many i have
one for the railing
one for holding doors
my hair is good for two things
it keeps me warm and finds me a bed
put my swag on
i meticulously curate my appearance
if i didnt they'd ghost me
cold snaps in ogden
id eat flesh for snowpants
not for me
id hand them out
i have a bush i like sleeping in anyways
shrooms w ricky after dark in the daytime
his eyes are wells i suck his soul from
angel eyes my fuel for pain tolerance
intensity is cheerios in a dog bowl and mauled necks
tell me about your lover
she seems like a chill hang
Sunday, December 1, 2024
see u monday
my ricky is every dollar spent and every missing hour the oceans motions and pure devotion my ricky is unyielding longing and the sweat on...
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there's a square around our people box it in with cardboard bottoms throw a stone into a beehive put your fist right through the wall th...
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let me tell you something what is that this isnt meow words i say often interjection is my best friend trust not the corners of your eyes be...