Now is your time

Detach

all the ties are cut

Run

further into the sun

The sails are up

the wind pushes the sails

pull the sails

wide against the sky

People are talking

chatting and eating

in the corners of the world that you abandoned

Time's up

your journey into the nothingness has just begun

you have to leave

abandon

They're waiting, Seawolf

for your command

Pull the sail towards the bow

Increase the tension

Seawolf you are no longer part of the viscera

canopy jars

keeping your intestines

alongside your worn out ovaries

your jewels

mother's mattress

remnants of a past so downtrodden and erect

A side effect of the day

Haul it up to the yard when furling

It's time

Seawolf

The howl of the sea comes before you

your secret

toes

Rumpelstiltskin shows

there are no holes in his hoes

Bros

kissing in the stream

past midnight

I miss a flight

The forest calls

brings me to my knees

and whispers

secrets of caftans and brie

drunk in glee

after midnight tea

and a sea

of turtles passing by

I fly over the forest

and find the captive prince

Five thousand quid if you bring his head

alive

this is no science fiction

If you went to the forest

will you find yourself

as you went to ruins

or someone else?

In the forest

I digress

My life is no longer a mattress of a mess

In my dreams

fins grow

out of my luxury

pundits and bandits

long paths carved in the eyes sockets

of dead pirates

but swans

roam over stolen treasure

empty loots

hoots and scoots

Something out of a nightmarish pouch

I am a swan

My shoulders bark

over the tree starling

a spark

washes over my face

as I roam the city

I discover

my backpack

leathery and musky

dents all over

my feet

I walk

not yet in shoes

but in the corridors of a brain

Like yours

or his

or hers

theirs

for there's no definition

of how we truly are

Dreams are supple

sentimental

and coarse

voice hoarse from kissing too many a nymphs

under the family banquet table

no longer existent

But I kissed you

remember

that faint memory still a whooshing sound

we were both fragile

with teenage bones

my face a mess of acne

your hair too short to save you the stones

thrown at you

in running tracks

my panties not the color of your Victoria's Secret dream

my eyes drawing you in

never to escape

I am a swan

I eat

I ate the fountain Trevi solemn promises

and family debt

Lollipop

Truffles

Fudge

Cotton candy

sour fruit drops

rolls

pretzels

gummy

gum

hard candy rolls

Taffy

Roll on the tongue

Man after man

roll after roll

sour drops

tongue goes numb

teeth stacked

stocks of explosive flavors

boomerangs in mouth

sparkles

Kiss

one kiss

They say

he is the beauty of them all

but another comes along

and you're stuck

lollipop in the tongue

Mackintosh clogs throat

deep down

a yearning for the house afar

spurs

I think of that far away sea

Wishing I was

in the bottom

dead fish and fossils

discarded bodies

resting underneath

moss and algae growing in my sockets

in the darkness of my mouth

But then I wake up

and grab a decaffeinated, salted caramel, oat-milk latte

And forget about the damn brunette

the guitarist with bleeding fingers and tangy stingers

and the darkness of the pit

Babe

Your love is not a drug

Come to me

slit wrists

tears in your eyes

We're grown

Teenage angst so cliche

It hurts to look at your mane

Running my fingers through it

doesn't solve my misery

But I can solve your anger

You cannot touch the breadth of breath

in my chest

ripped apart from angry sex

with your toensils

I ask for a hug

But what I get

a shrug

a crush of the bones in a mug

Something so out of touch with my intestines

Maybe you ask

why I stayed

but I refrain to ask

why you left

You blew it

last chance of domesticity

Blew it

Wrapped a snake around your neck

paycheck

is on the way

stay put

closed doors

and soot

under the nails

On a ferry

in a hurry

to reach Ithaca

but underneath the furry mink

and sparkling lint

you stay

unnoticed but away

from everything you knew and loved

the paved road to normalcy

popcorn nights

TV screen

cozying

heated blankets

are gone

ice-skating in the dark

survival techniques for Nomad dukes

like you

First heartbreak

Head spinning

circles

serpentine dreams

insipid

viscous lipid

counteracting projection

of dreams

on a counter clock

a year of dreaming and yearning

blanket

smelling like musk

Earth cabinets

Little Earth Mountain tops

cruise-like spirits

liquor burning the buds

in the tongues

eyes searching

Maloma Snake

swallowing

all the dreams

underneath the surface

skin so complex

kitchen cabinets

empty

filled with frenzy

cheese curds

and apple tarts

flying farts

Sparks and parks

recreation of a dream

a dance

First disappointment

First drop of acid on the tongue

spicy food burning the palate

you don't know how to taste

but the taste tastes you

Place the barrel

deep in my mouth

deep throat

push

further

further

further

let it rest

pull the trigger

don't let it kill me

don't leave it too long

my sputum might get in the way

of gurgling last words

you could use in your memoir

write about me

after I die young

If I stay

till you trace the wrinkles of my story

on my face

and feel the roughness of my skin

there's nothing to write

baby

There is nothing to write

aging woman in a cage

of her own making

young voluptuous dead poet

more exciting

erotic

dazzling

to write about

Safe people

don't write poetry

sweetie

There's nothing to say

about the passage of time

days in and out

sleeping soundly

cradling you in my dreams

you kicking me out of yours

but when I press that barrel

baby

against your forehead

the side of your head

your hairline

when I wrap that tape

so that you can't see

can't speak

it won't be safe anymore

I won't be the old witch from Hell

and you won't be Dracula

But if we stay

remain silent a little longer

maybe we can survive

to our seventies

boring old souls who made it

not hectic transparent croons who couldn't take it

Down in the car

leather sticks to bare skin

Summer's coming

breath on neck

too much cigarettes for my taste

use Clorox

Adults sneaking

into hot tub

acting like teens

without teeth

to grind mushrooms

and place walnuts

under armpits

fervent details

left untouched

food a mess

but enemas that clear the body

of nonexistent asthmas

Kisses

left in awkward places

men so hot

they leave a woman drenched

in aspirin

but so insecure

she soon gains her guffaw

her pancake painstaking painkiller

out of her pocket

comes a knife

the size of a bat

with wings

like the Jeeper Creeper

bringing her the eyes of an ex-lover