i spotted the first venom of the day before the blinds were pulled
i spotted you.
there isn’t any game of loneliness that you can’t tango-
we’ll pull it through.
i starve myself for meaning to be ready as new
for when she takes me,
i’ll have no clue.
spaced out, shaped into marrow,
no accessory to don,
cross-starred reversing entropy
the one black sun.
it’s in the cards, it’s in your bitter,
it’s in your antarctic hands, it’s in the
empty beautiful streets, in my teacup,
in global economic collapse, it’s in
your house whose front door is always
burning, as if that’s gonna keep anyone
out-
i light up, dragged crawling by the thousand-streeted monster breathing toxic decadence and honeyed apple eye in the heart of nothing in particular. i light up, spiked and sorry and sanitized by naivety as she awaits to devour me one innocence at a time.
(it’s what you like, isn’t it) not gonna bruise myself blue anymore, or if i will, i’ll make sure it’s done proper, done playing the ruin. time waits, time is patient, time is kind, time doesn’t boast, time is not proud. time only stirs you up
inside your skin and makes you clean
and ready
and wait. crossed out, renegade, savage snowdrop,
quiet bell. sutured string of non-profanities to soak into perfumed purity
superwaif cleverbot peak of earthly creation
nothing
nothing
nothing
i always thought i’d understand,
at some point, open my eyes and there,
a world of meaning, there, myself in real flesh, there, blinking miracles, there,
clear-cut rays of truth making you come,
i always thought.
someone’s at your door, someone’s
begging, we don’t know who that is.
i watch him from the window
planting his feet in the garden, well,
now it’s done-
where am I?
the eye in I was hanged to dry
the storm, she blew it off like just another bad day,
and now we’re in the hollow temple, serving our tea.
reset
rewind
rewrite
our bodies, strange alphabets
in the sand.
the story retold, now from the perspective
of a small man watching you and only you
drink coffee at seven a.m. on crowded street.
the song remade, now with casual crying
and screeching in the background as a voice gently orders us
to be exactly as we are.
these small things captured
in the dark circles of your eyes
as you look away, trying to recall
that one time when…
