Monday, August 12, 2013

Smog and Thunder


Based loosely on an experience I had this weekend:

Smog and Thunder

Down the rabbit hole she goes,
Slippery, slowly,
Her fingers dragging over the bricks in the wall
One foot in front of the other.
The air is disorienting
Disfiguring
Disturbing the mental flow of information
In a room full of carefully organized chaos.
The faces are kind, though the actions appear harsh
They are loving, sweet even
As sweet as the surrender that they coax from between her lips.
The scene isn’t over
This dream has just begun
The pulsation of her flesh echoes the faint beating of a human drum
In the distance
Moans of ecstasy blossom and coast along a sea of humid breath
The conversations all blur together
Was that a sympathetic remark? A sexual advance? A thwack of the tongue, a distraction perhaps.
Her muscles cannot decide whether to tense or relax.
Her blood speeds through her veins like liquid bullet juice.
Her heart pounds exquisitely.
She is invisibly bound: no object, no use.
Like some fucked up angel in a twisted funhouse,
She moves through the space, begging to make her innocence count.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Nostalgia

I had the strangest memory pass through my head just now. It was of you, putting on your sports bra after summer morning sex in your bed. It was most likely August after I came back from spending three months away, and so we've been going at it, trying to rediscover each other. The sex was quick, dirty, and all before breakfast. Our bodies emit their natural odors as the morning air grows warmer, juxtaposed with the occasional breeze, I am happy, blissful, and nude. This is probably not one clear memory, but rather a collection of familiar moments that all just clicked. And while I know my carnal desire for something more, something different in the future, I can't help but long for this sweet scene that exists in my past. It instructs me to cherish every lazy second because it hurts to know that this experience is no longer accessible; that it has been sealed away in an untouchable realm of what used to be us.

Monday, July 22, 2013

The Untouchable


The Untouchable

I fell in love with words on a screen
An image, a reflection, a silhouette of you.
After you are long gone,
I linger through the hallways of your consciousness,
Silently begging to be drawn forth into your heart.
I pray deeply for recognition,

the naming of things,
that have been lodged between us,

For uncontrollable reciprocation
Stolen from another
and delivered to me upon screen after shining screen.
I call out for nothing
And request a messenger who cannot be received.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Ounces


Ounces

Here I stand,
Isolated in the meadow of my mind,
Clutching your words like raindrops
Cataloging one frustration after another at the fleeting delight of each ounce passing from between my fingers.
I desperately burn you into the sturdiness of my skull
Afraid of what will happen when forgetfulness lowers itself over me as nightfall
And I am once again without your warmth.

Monday, July 15, 2013

our roots cannot imbed themselves in stone


our roots cannot imbed themselves in stone

we were never anybody special
we danced to hip-hop, jazz, swing, and salsa
we breathed in bubbles of our own intoxication
and at nightfall, we slept like the Dead
some people said of us that we were two literary
                                                               too orchestrated bodies
when, in fact, we were a tragedy in slow and steady motion

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

S P A C E S

S P A C E S

All I need's a good delusion
She loves me
Across sweet distances
An uproar of activity
synchronized as a simple, all-knowing caress.
Telephone lines cannot contain us
cannot explain away
the substances that make us
who we are
when we loved no one
the very one
whom we signified
by the cold and empty side
of a moment we designed.

Strain

Strain

Remove your robes...Tell me that it's quite all right dear...Let's believe for a second that this is all just nonsense...TOUCH do this simple thing...remember that we are all human...and life is more than just theory in action...Put my head-daughter to sleep...tuck her in but refuse her request for a goodnight story...kiss her atop the head...comfort her before the monsters...My home is everywhere and so my body feels all over the place.

March 9th 2013