Sunday, December 29, 2024

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
believe not what they are selling you
that guy from high school subbed to your of
what the hell
measures of separation are important

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

u r pain incarnate
a closed fist to the jaw
frost on my face
bruises on my neck

i am
a monsoon
of chinook wind and irritation
splinter in the thumb of landlocked cities
i bring the ocean with me
worry not about probability

mess is resistance
we are snapped timing belts 
bad luck is brewing

god is ur spit in my mouth
i am worshipping u while u worship false idols
scratching alberta bingo to bus to u
i am
the taped up cigarette in my jacket pocket
you are the university convenience store lighter catching my edge
ur art looks like what i used to carve into my skin
isnt that cool?

 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...