Seawolf, sail
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
The forest knows
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
I’m the swan, broad-shoulders afar
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
Men, men, candy store
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
Sometimes
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
Give me Seroxat any day over your love
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
Burn your books, Mamadook
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
Maloma Snake
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
Safe people don’t write poetry
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
Give me a keychain
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