Here's where the horse's hooves dig

deep into the dust,

and you say:

"Fuck it. I'm done"

No more of this pussy-footing around

when the clouds are at my back,

and the shift is taking it's course.

You crush your cig under your heel,

and smash the face

of the next train-wreck who tries in their misguided way

to scrawl a smile into your stonehedge...

God, they get

so fucking tired

in their century old approach...

Just like an ancient broach

in some shoddy vintage store

some dead grandmother left behind,

that everyone dutifully ignores

because it fouls up the atmosphere

with it's rank odor,

and it's hideous design...

Fuck that shit,

it's neither yours or mine

to bother with...

Most probably possessed

with an evil spirit

that anyone with any lick of sense

would turn tail, and leave in a trail of their dust...

Why are you still rusting in his brittle arms, my love?...

His ignorance abounds,

and he stands there in the same place when you come home

like a coat rack

for your rain jacket to hang upon, and drip, drip...

The fucker has a hard-on

for your punishing diguise...

©

8/5/20

Alessa Cleanse

Sometimes I feel like I’m floating away

I’m going to disappear

But then you come

And you anchor me

Telling me you need me here

To keep you from disappearing

So we tether each other

Holding each other

So that we don’t slip away

I know he fed you honey,

And acted proud to be with you,

But sometimes that’s an act,

Of something cowards do,

Because I know he called your pretty,

And so talented and smart,

But now he’s got you hating yourself,

Right down to an art,

For in public you were perfect,

And the best wife of them all,

Until the moment he came home,

And beat you down so small,

You’ve patiently waited for him to change,

To who he used to be,

But that is not the man he is,

He just had honey.

Turkey in a coffee shop

Why's he here?

Who's he with?

Turkey in a coffee shop

Hide your drinks from him.

Hippo in a corner store.

Here he comes.

Watch your toes.

Hippo in a corner store.

What's he plan to buy?

Dog sitting high up in a tree.

How'd he climb?

Where'll he go?

Dog sitting high up in a tree.

He won't fall, I hope.

Horses in a swimming pool.

Can they swim?

Take a pic.

Horses in a swimming pool.

Don't drink that water!

Cheeta in a shopping mall.

Running fast

through the halls.

Cheeta in a shopping mall.

There to buy some shoes.

Peacock on the streets of town.

Watch him go.

Feathers float.

Peacock on the streets of town.

Prettiest thing you'll see.

Limitless

Submerging myself

into your unknown

mystery

Immersing

below reality

beyond reason

lost in you

Moist my skin

With you

Impregnated

Intrigued

Diving

through you

Satisfying my thirst

until drawn

we'd meet in the swimming pool with blue-green square tiled walls and no water

every tuesday at 2am

and we'd lie down spreadeagled on the floor of the pool

wondering what it would feel like

if we were lying flat under 15,000 litres of water

and then you'd laugh

and i'd laugh too but only because you laughed

and i love the way your eyes crinkle

and you'd say that it's nice somehow

to dream about being trapped but actually being free

because you usually stay awake at night

thinking of things the other way round,

trying to run away from life

and i would say me too

and then we'd be still and silent for a little while

just being happy with eachother and forgetting about all there is to think and care about.

one day you pulled me closer

and i rolled to your side

and you pressed your mouth to my ear and whispered

my momma found out about us last tuesday

and she told me not to come here anymore

and this might probably be the last time we can be like this so

please, Even,

can i give you a kiss?

your kiss would be our very first and last kiss

that i had dreamt about for many nights

so i said yes, of course, i love you

and i wanted to close my eyes but i didn't because i had to see you.

it tasted like the cheap mint chewing gum

that you get from the corner store near your house

and that i would start to get

every friday onwards

because i never wanted to forget the taste of you.

and then we would stop staring into the night sky through the metal wire

chain-link fence beside the pool

and we'd climb out

and we'd hug because we were tired of waiting till tuesdays to hold eachother

and then we would start making our ways home,

out of the alley, you and i walking half of the highway

then splitting up down two smaller streets

then turning and turning farther away from where we remember seeing the other

until i wouldn't be able to chase after you and find you

even if i tried

because you'd be too far gone

and that's how things were.

that's how things were supposed to be.

i could never find you and you could never find me.

we could only ever find the street sign where our lives intersected

and trust in the other to be there too

and pretend for a night

that we would never lose eachother

and that we'd always be kids

and that we'd always live where we did

and that we could always come to this street sign at 2am on tuesdays when we needed a friend

and that our parents would never find out

and that we could hold eachother for as long as we ever wanted or needed to

and that we loved eachother

because

didn't we?

didn't we love eachother so, so much?

didn't our love transcend the two small worlds we each lived in?

wasn't our love an infinity

that would never, ever die?

#verylongpost #poetry #congratsifyougotthroughthat #sweetyounglovethatneverlasts

I am the elephant in the room

I am the skeleton

you trapped in your closet

Out on full display

I am the sound people hear

When freedom rings

And spread its deterrent ruffled angel wings

I am the truth people try to avoid

I am the reason they wear masks

(For I am the whispers of the guilty

And the silent cries of the innocent)

I am the sunlight driving out

the darkness of the night

I am the hope the hopeless cling on to

for dear life so they can get out of bed

I am the ever fading dreams of the poor

I am the Justice the wronged searches for

I am who people go to

when they have no where else to go

and have lost everything they hold dear

I am the elephant in the room

I am the skeleton

you trapped in your closet

Out on full display

I am the sound people hear

When freedom rings

And spread its deterrent ruffled angel wings

I only want to do nasty things to you

I imagine how you look upon my bed

As I peruse every curve

I salivate as I consume you

Bold as ostentatious can be

Pasta

Cheese

Bread

Wine

Candles

Arsenic