the way i
i heard we should stop writing our dreams
but i dream we’re all safe wrapped in arms
all safe behind plastic curtain
all mint condition
i dreamt the way a nose crinkles
the way the night was always shorter
when
you looked from the angle of the day
we say the word snug in a whisper
i become tachycardia
watch the oxygen leak
your eyes glint white in moonlight
i dreamt the taste of your teeth
dreamt your mouth tripping over
the word goodnight to settle on
goddamn we’re running out of time
i dreamt the exit with a sigh
woke to sunday on high
woke to midnight at the table outside
dreamt the way your tongue slipped in and out
of hazy goodbyes
*excerpt from my forthcoming book lamb/&/slaughter (Fifth Wheel Press 2024)
immature
I want to go along innocently and
Maybe forget that I've heard all these words before from other
Men's lips.
At least you're different in a way that
Truly matters. But I'm afraid I'm just looking to be
Understood. And we
Really barely know each other...
Except it feels so right to be with you;
no matter how immature that sounds.
signifying nothing
is yellow
really yellow
blue blue
am I me
are you you
can you trust
what you think
or what you think
you know
have faith in
what you see
be it sun, moon
or snow
is that a dove
at your doorstep
white wing
marred with red
clearly dead
left by the neighbor’s cat
whose backward curiosity
has left you with that
is it really there
can you touch it
do you dare
extend your finger
then tremble
as you watch it
disappear
a figment of
a growing fear
that nothing is
that nothing’s there
a silent scream
can’t pierce the air
your mind unravels
unnatural motives
of inception
a world unseen
full of deception
an alternate truth
that’s quite obscene
where death is life
and life is dream
and nothing
is ever
as it seems
it’s not a gift
it’s simply hell
a time and place
we needs must dwell
till the undertaker’s dream
we do fulfill
but
does such a thing as time
exist
can even place
subsist
beyond
the mind’s
embalming mist
that hides us
from the black
abyss
where night is day
and day is night
the dark is love
and hate is light
and Hate’s last breath
gives blinding sight
of man’s true fate
forever in an instant
there’s no plan
no intention
no blueprint
why carry on
when we’re
nearing the
end of days
oblivion
I think of scales
on butterfly wings
that iridescent hue
or musical ones
of a song you can’t sing
in a world you never knew
is yellow
really yellow
blue, blue?
Making gods out dust
I like my favorite food , like my favorite humans , I will consume over and again , addict to euphoria , idolizing the flavor , I will share it joys with everyone , but never a piece from my plate … over time It will disappoint me and their is no joy in consuming so much of something only to be let down … I have made a god out of peach O’s and watched it humble me … I have made thrones out of dirt and flesh … and only to be disappointed their is no altar fitting for humans and fleeting circumstances , that show me too much of how they are flesh and dirt , their is no gold in their bones , they will weather like iron in the means of storms .. rust showing all character and nothing becoming …
My body becomes a jungle gym
You climb on me
Knead yourself into
Me
I am placid and jello
The kitchen calls me
My mouth leaves itself open like a fly trap
I wonder if this is what being underground feels like… or sitting on a pedastal and watching mortals .. chose a god … and finding their is no heaven in between legs .. after the light goes out , we are all shadows and gaping mouths .. making gods out of dust ..
Levelz
Weapons & fireworks
Lips meet with sweet, gentle love
Hearts beating as one
Tiniest human
Learning how to survive
In the starry land
Hands slowly learning
To create a masterpiece
One that beats Rembrandt
-Smiles, tears, joy, laughter—
My golden cup is filled up
With moments of bliss
Folks gather together
To bid adieu to
A beaming mage
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yJ3q_6KWSQE
#Levelz 25.8.23 ©️
Stages
After nine short months,
we emerge, naked and small...
welcome to the world!
Years of rapid growth
bring us into puberty...
where we know it all!
Our maturity
achieved, but at our own pace...
then we multiply!
Elders we become,
wisdom gained by blood and tears...
souls, though scarred, shine bright!
Finally we reach
the clearing beyond the path...
welcomed home, by God!
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© 2023 - dustygrein
X Marks the Spot
Could it be a letter?
Secret sign — or better?
Treasure map?
Mindless Rap ....
Cat or Irish Setter?
Let’s dig way too deep.
(Cry until we weep.)
With dirty nails,
day-old mail
& legend-making leaps.
Try & try again.
With bloodied iron pen.
Change our stripes
with dreams & hype —
until we cry again.
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