Seasons
When I think of that night
I smell wet burning leaves
And what remained of your perfume
Under rain and sweat
Clinging to your skin
Like I was
It's all that's left
Hints
Of who we were
Once
When we could still laugh
Faint
And fading more with each recall
I've tried to save it all
By putting you out of my mind
And writing our bodies
Line for line
On crumpled notes
That I've stuffed so deep into
The folds of this coat
In hopes that I'll shed it for a new season
But you're there
Faint
In the summer when I'm bare
I know it'll be easy to not think of the leaves
Or when they'll fall
Or that I'll have to gather them all
But it will be brisk
And I'll need this coat
And I'll burn those leaves
On a wet autumn evening
tales of bites & woes
Bedbugs? Hate ’em.
Skeeters, Ticks.
Same with Roaches,
Cave Crick-ets
Take your Termites,
Fleas & Ants.
Send ’em packin’—
Also Gnats.
Moths & Beetles,
Spiders, Wasps?
Get them out
At any cost.
Leave the Worms
& Honey Bees,
Ladybugs,
& Centipedes.
They don’t bug me.
(Don’t know why ...)
By the way,
Keep Butterflies.
looking up at perfection
You're going to be my savior or my Demise. I need a Carl Solomon and you just happen to fit the bill. I'm speckled out and thrown away. Neon Supermarkets of the goddamn world. Leave me now. Or come back. Let me drink in the beauty of your filth. I'll saturate you with cum and hope and you'll rip my fucking soul apart.
And we'll save ourselves from fear and lies and judgment. Or we'll die slowly. Painful and high.
But I need you you plead and I'm down with that. Because I'm on my knees with your clit beneath my tongue. Looking up at perfection.
Upgrade
after so many steps
I start to hunch,
licking dust
embedded within the trail.
dream of a cloud
drifting into puddles
in search of mud.
I remain as fibers,
waiting for replacement.
bleach my body
and I may last
for a little while,
but we both know
you're making plans
to renovate life
and I'll be the first to go.