28/2

two sweaty bodies
slapping against each other like fish in a crowded river
and thus i was created.

28/1

It doesn’t ever resonate anything beautiful when the static between my verse and your breathing melt under light that we will actually never feel.
Nothing even poetic in knowing I only have ambition to move toward your warmth when the moon is at his highest.
In all these cases upon cases
The only thing crystal was black rain across asphalt
and you drove
right
on
by.

I love you first harvest after rain
I love you bountiful

Congregation of the Shade

Shooting stars don’t fall like lightning eye strikes
Eyelash suture, I’ve become wolfish with no remorse
You strike me shade tree
-hyp

"Moonflower"
The first time I gave her flowers she said “Please,
If your gonna buy me something you could at least make it yours.”
So I brought her sunflowers
I told her I grew them by my bedside and tended to them like I would her
Bathed them in the mornings golden waves
And made sure they were safe when the darkness came
I became a crutch for them to lean on when their heads became too heavy
and when they needed affection I was peerless and proud
I kept up with their roots, made sure they were never alone
But I couldn’t keep them shut in so when I wasn’t looking I let them wander
I never questioned their lust for something different
Its different when you’ve worked for what has been constructed
Breaking stalks to broken stems to cracks in this foundation
I built more than a life around those clay walls and hid an ideal in the soil where they stood

Back to the future and I feel like driving
No I feel like drawing
Me
Driving
Smoke whirling around my head and soo cold
Like temperature
“Um... pilot to co-pilot
We have a problem here, we’ve lost the Twan to Ice-man and he is cool”
“No them ain’t airplanes Sir
Them eyelashes, upside down
They look like they are trying to weave themselves together
But I just so happen to be uncannily good at untying stitches”
Because if I don’t get to put me back together, no-one does.

Standing only open in front of pollen passing by I’m shouting obscenities
Cursing like growing pains again, I’ll tell you a story
We’ll call caterpillar beautiful and butterfly conceded
Put cups on coasters and return the wing dust to the moths, there are no fairies here.