>notes: dip

>dip

yr feet in the frigid
sea, with everything right & wrong
to no man marching belongs
no is a not-thing, no
temptress, no
burnbleaching sun, no
vacuum blanket of pure dust
choked static
yr ankle coming up, the ripple
yr final tow, apple red paint

>notes: simple shit you writ

>if yr mother likes the simple shit you writ

if there’s nothing subtle
nor an empty spoonful of softskulling wit

if yr tongue don’t click with a sharp tin tick
puddle cuddle shuttle scuttle rebuttal
if wet words peel neatly off the tile before yr bent-over sick

[if there’s nothing worth ascent
this pretty poison won’t pass for poison treasure.]

>some notes

>it is this photo or the next, where i love you. so which you will i see: someone’s rich little girl or she weilding beauty’s hammer? no though it is you i love, here you’re grey. grey and sparse, a shell of our performer but gorgeous beyond their compare. for they are fools and perpetrators of gold and folly and know nothing of beauty. yeah,that’s a good feeling, now .

comparing photos, i only have
the strength to love one: i cant see the heat in anything wrong
if you turn the volume down the echoes are gone and n the crazy is from another world.

>cold ghosts kissing

>cold ghosts kissing

at our hair, we aren’t
scared, but they
get up to leave
and when they aren’t there
fan’s breath across our neck
it’s ours for the breaking.

>cause he did it

>cause he did it, i do it

cause i always did it
since catch, since sea legs
and i’ll always do it
until i’m, for the better part, upright
though my springs may
be choked & need replacing
and i can do it for the first time,
fingers fluent in ambition & sport
if i don’t do it, they’ll do it to me
(cause he always did it.)

>working on it:

>

New Game 2

like my tongue cutting the corners of your jaw

then
a light-tight spasm bucks your beating breast
……then
biting your lip, you’re above yourself
riding a breathless gush
of heat. & i’m between.
Afraid to Say Your Name 3

i cannot bear where dust collects
across the window pane
sun falling through, an exposure
a public undressing, i do not care
for busy & benign women, nor
their well-mannered hair & polished
sapphire attractions.
when your shirt is pulled slowly over your ribs
i look away, afraid of the things i could do.