Naked Poetry

Experience flesh.       Let me find you.   Approach the city.        Pursue your visions.   Stand speechless While I watch your Eyes travel Until I’m sick Starve me.   I want a hunger That rivals the sun In anger I want a city.   Say a word.            Watch me let it in Slowly Starve me   Stack stars Until they’re magic and leaning. Use them to cross over.            Send me stills         Of a h...

Every day: blue words swing by me I nod my knots and spot clean my soul ’til it’s gone

We will meet in Elysium. Lullabyic hysteria “It is too late,” I said. The fire is open. Where is war when you need it? We will meet in Elysium. Lullabyic hysteria I will play romance on my violin until a thousand dollars fills my case. We can race the racetrack until our lungs come back. O, L. Reach out and try it. Our cigars will still smoke a hundred years later. This is how the mad half lives.

hum to soothe. sing to say it. will love you always. my right to pain. don't want anymore. can't cover the culprit can't prevent the benefit. concert piano your goals make love out of your outcries

Whoa

“I lost my knife”, I heard the boy say. In my head I continued the conversation on my own by thinking: how strange, because I just felt it thrust through my spine line, yes, yes, I’m fine, I’m just doing a little Speaking. Because I don’t know where you are and because I have a love for you that bears no ending I’m not talking madness here, I’m not talking madness here —here I am talking madness,...

Sleep now beautiful. I think I am ready now. Your touch, you’ve changed the course of my breathing.   Breathe now beautiful. This could be all of it, right here. I thought I was ready for a tomorrow but now I am not so sure. But it is time. Hold me now and closely. Tighter now. I want to make sure your beauty gets Stuck in my Sleep. In my bones and in my tweaks make me a habit. Make it a me. Drive...

autograph me until I become part of your history tattoo the part in your lips so I can claim that I knew you audibly you were soft but you could be provoked. I’d hide dandelions under your pillow stacked them high with tight rope you’d call me silly. I’ll always be silly. how I loved you was impossible, tinted blue, and ran around like a calm boy who’d just been told that he would be fine print on...

The kiss

And the angel said to me, “Look, you are already, ready, so stop your correcting. You were there every time the seconds shifted, You were there when the clouds broke And you were there when you were full of fire.” Yes I was full of fire I was full I was full You were right.   So come on attack me You unfading flower Understand that this room holds me In the center of its hands With a rachmoninov h...

Round table. I’m on the left side drinking my coffee I look up and I see this mystery of a girl and I can’t help but wonder if SHE knows that she looks like fate.

Preclude me. The soul should be conditioned for this kind of Love… …has no author. only a showman for the shrine.

So which is it are you the audience or the performer? Are you the light or the or the glow? The head or the stand? The home or the land?

Okay but it’s heartbreaking here, overall. There’s missing you. And then there’s missing you. Okay but it’s also mesmerizing--when I don’t hear from you. A mirage of sawdust rises from my fingertips trapped in the ridges of my fingerprints like stories rivers, just whatever is left of the memory I have of the stunning temperature you pressed into my lips. What can compete with that? The law of ave...

3.The world is a beauty after a rockstar and some electrolytes. I think I'll walk 8 miles now. I think I'll make someone happy today. Maybe star in my own parade.

Because some of the saddest sounds I've ever heard have come out of a piece of wood Carved just to mimic The human voice Strings placed in unity Held up by a bridge Are you HEARING this Are you having a good day How about now Now that my bow is  no longer Hitting the strings That my wrist isn't cradling your neck, Dear violin, I have missed your dance. I have missed your candor Your call I realize...

4. She can’t pick up goldfish with her bare hands but she can pick up thrill with her smile she is ecstasy. She keeps my heart wild. I see sure takes of film when I watch her she mends my applause when it weakens she sews me true callings surrounding my ceiling developing distance learning laughter and forgetting we’re going to die. We’re a pulse-betting game, you and I. Jackpot steals the winner....

When I unearthed her eyes were closed in a sacred blink. I dusted her lips with gold and whispered, "you are gorgeous in pieces." I saw every bone, very own ivory keys. (you are gorgeous in pieces.) That was when I noticed; That was when I noticed the ring. I thought I lost it in my oldest home After I gave birth to my eldest son On the top were two lions Jaws open wide I loved that ring I loved t...

Clean Skin. Baptism fresh. In fact, I’ll take my baptism back, thanks. Thanks be to all I trust. Thanks be to all I need. Thanks be to those who leave me. Thanks be to their ghosts. No more thanks. This is all I know: There is no distance long enough to change this. I am not young and I will never be old.

Poems Make You Pretty

Before I left she said bring to me these gifts I want       Abandonment of the body   Dishonor     Of the heart   A graveyard     for flowers   Cradles   for yr guns   An aquirium     full of matches So I can play with proximity   I want an arm full of sun.

You don’t memorize. Don’t light up on you sometimes. Out of sequence. Nothing you’d want to retrace - not a thing like a Naked Lunch. You’ve got to rehab swallow speech – it’s the lust I’ll tell you what. Stroke the trauma. Your eyes are major skies with a pathway to gorgeous. Your eyes are major skies with a minor chord inside. Harpsichord badass, you have never lost a thing. Fight. Turn your hee...

Because, to me, Photography is just like hunting. I’m hunting for moments. I’m hunting for expression. And I’m hunting for immortality.

On MLK day: Imagine if (the) stars were black. Black, you are beautiful. White, you’re gonna have to wait your turn. You are both beautiful. But only one of you had a choice. One of you can still feel the checkered scars on your back sometimes. Especially, especially, especially Today.

But I’d get in a fight with fate for you, darling. You’re a painting. You are your own Era.