Naked Poetry

Listen. Cut the linguistic tropes already. If I hear one more cliché I’m gonna shave my head into twelve lines, dye ‘em with bleach and tide, then I’m gonna make you view yourself from the sidelines til you forget you have a face. Listen. If I SEE one more Tesla X——I might have to buy one.

If She’s drowning, I’m CPR. Class of ’08. I turn into mesh when she’s around. Shadows and ocean dark. But she can see us. I think She can see us I think she can see me! I want her to see the lights! Adventures and silk balloons zooming past palm trees and people, playgrounds and pictures. The way she captures light… She Is Spectacular.

Approach me oblique. Come at me cryptic. Say trap six times, See what happens.

The Things Of Thinking

bone-backed. Racing my heart—racing thoughts of clearness and complicated karma. Good karma. You’re the best karma I’ve ever had. There, I said it. Dharma done. Atman clean. My soul lacks you I need your stars to crash into me Light me up I’m a building. I’m-a building. I’m-a building up to something, trying to tell you Somewhere— I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re beautiful.                ...

Take a chance at proximity in this hard-to-find sky– despite your wish to appear without emotion you remain backless and beautiful. More and more than vulnerable your heart still desires One More Mind Yet the dream never ends. And I am concerned at its presence– hoping it will remember how to end soon because I don’t want to lose your mind. I like what it sees. I like the words in your stories so...

Let’s form a dyad in honor of all soul-mates. We can focus on the forthcoming of July–and the limiting of speed. Watch birds fly over their own water, and lasso clouds down to our height so we can walk around with them. This will remind us to float. Force us to examine the only picture that matters–the big one. Breed moments of meaning. Create a life worth feeling. Worth filming. Be prepared to sc...

Just drop me dead, gorgeous. It’s the last thing left to do. The constant lull of your beauty never leaves. Where are you? You’ve left the chess board but you never stopped moving me. But it is time to say check, now–and I am the last king cornered–funny how the knights move in L’s. Knock me down hard blue eyes, because I believe in checkmate.

She Is The Sea

I think someone’s been playing monopoly with my genes again. Anyhow, as I was saying it: It's yr air... Or your shadow I could never choose between the two who would Idk it sings into me it doesn't hurt when I hear it The Feathers were never included but I'd buy them anyway where have all the gentlemen gone I have their dapper dan. I think somebody’s been playing monopoly with my genes again... I...

And I'd choose you Over immortality. Skeleton to skeleton-- I like the sound of breaking. But I swear I'm good to bones. Factor in the werewolf, He wont howl unless we do. Send in the salutations Send them some of me Part mermaid in a glass pitcher Pour me out if that's what you're Gonna do. I'd rather drain than Draw some card. I'm not afraid of karma. I'm afraid of what comes after.

Instead I will focus. I'm going to focus on fierceness And bombing my own body-- To rid myself of hurt.

The bright light is honorably mentioning to me that THIS light shouldn't be much longer. Apparently I have what it takes to hypnotize, whatever that means. I like the sound of it, so I repeat it to myself three times until it becomes my mantra.

Kiss MORE Than The Girl...

Just remember that the clock always wins; its got three hands.

Lately I’ve been missing someone I've never met. I’ve been... chasing Ohio name plates On highways while listening to something far, far away Feeling my past invade my throat on their way to the stars And my tears falling off my cheeks like nothing had ever happened Eyes redder than the weeping willows that fill what's left of my second heart And I'm crying. And I'll be crying for a little while I...

I’m sorry I couldn’t complete your heart.

I have a violence inside me. You may not have guessed it bt the way I read Maya Angelou in the corner but it’s there, I do. On my run now. Thinking what if I turned it into THE run. I don’t need to be here. But she’s here… I’m parting ways now. NO more time or space for an influx of change. Suppose I loved you. Suppose I should. I know I could. Bak into my run. The sun sets into shoulders and I sp...

You said: “You are beautiful and poison all at the same time” I SAY: As your poison. As your person. As your perfect. Friend. Elixir. As yourself. As beautiful as you can remember. As far back as I can reach. As your enemy. As your classic. As your moment. Erased haphazardly in the sun. Left to travel on. Left to spit on. As your other hand. As your morning coffee drips into the middle of the nigh...

Meditation camps. Harmony of luck Orchestrating acerbity of mind numbing poetry too young to be reminded of a time before theirs– Role-model Folks, taming Russian talent training human heroes while I challenge my home at night Pacing… for more impact. Dynamically involved with the complexity of restoration created by the lines in your words. Depict anything, my best friend, and I will be there lis...

I gave you eight matches. You used seven to abandon me. I saved the last one just in case I want to go too. O, I miss you when I speak. When I laugh it isn’t me it’s you You came back. You came back loud while I tried to yell you don’t need arms to Hug me Looking at your lips is love enough to live in life on docks with no legs in water with no reflection we’ll come back loved. Hands splashed toge...

How do you feel about this?

I love the sound of your bones and Talking is not retro Neither is love Or films that feature love I've got a headache I've got a headache full of stardom And woes, misty fires and 50 seconds of thrill I still hear those three words and you--you made them more delicate than I've ever heard Your whisper is a killer Kill me again "Trust me", I say "I know how to die." Next up I drive by the front ya...

There will be no dreaming in this house. Dreaming is for people who build things in their minds but never break earth. Zero pollution and no noise. Absolutely no noise. Dreaming's for my Only One. Friends the size of my hand. Dreaming is for timeless beauties and gleaming skin-- pricey concrete and forgotten snow ripped apart by fire. Dreaming is for that snow. For people who get run over-- by the...

“I think it pisses God off when you walk through a field of flowers and do not notice the color purple.” -Alice Walker