Naked Poetry

I was fine before the pheromones. Your hands made a maze out of my tendons let the ants out of my ligaments switch places head and thighs switch places my turn to experience your spine breathe the music hum this movement using your head, hips and hair BREATHE don't know anything BREATHE I can't talk about it. My knees locked and loaded, eyes closed begging to worship your body you had minnows in y...

It’s all love really.

It's a poem not a construct. I need reminding. Or do they? Writing to be focused. Having an affair. Pinning you down on a map and guess what, I'm X. But I don't think I'm treasure, no, not yet. I’m a Poem, not a construct.

Now I am dancing. Now I am back. Back at our standard Back in our hour Where we danced Like it was the end of our movie. Where you danced Like it was the end of our movie. Where we danced Like it was the end of our movie. Life was her movie and it was only Thirty-two years long Life is a movie and it’s only so many years long. So by ALL MEANS, SCREAM. 3 thousand times Less the hair on A woman’s bo...

And I don't know maybe you saw me as just a 32nd note or sixteenth but you were a whole note complete with a (birds eye) fermata

Grew up in a family town. I remember collecting basketball cards, not that I knew anything about it. I just liked the sound of the word “collection”. Then I tried Pokemon for a while. Then Pog. Remember that game? I liked it because it made me feel like I was one of the older kids. I also felt like I left the world every time I played. I still remember holding the pieces. They felt so perfect in m...

Strangely great mood today. Was it yesterday’s coffee or a 3 mile talk around fine lines and a boat, lip red but missing a sail. Maybe it was because I Laughed with someone I got pulled out of a practice room after six hours of Puccini. “You can come back to this later,” She says. It was a perfect walk. We said things we’d never say had it not been for that lake. “A boat is a boat is a boat is a b...

Son, I’ve seen it all. Cigarette stalls and bombed Barbie dolls orange shoes with orange laces I’ve seen it all At one time it was deadly To look someone in the eyes Still is in some places They let joy marry tragedy. O yes I’ve seen it All at once I started taking smiles seriously My life began. So please, my love, I’m going to ask you once more to move the camera from in front of your face I wan...

Meet me at the top of the mountains so we can scream like the lunatics that we are. After that we can talk poker–and even out all our dreams. We’ll buy a boat and carve poems into the ocean til our blood turns blue. Without you, I would’ve never known of my urgency. Without you, I would’ve never found so much beauty. Without you, I’d still be so sad. Do you know how many words you are?! One hundre...

it has been 23 years and I am still searching stone for rock. (this is body language for "need to love") Before I made it through one year of breathing-- I spilled paint on the front of my body that said, "Next On the Cross"    You know, I like tea. But I don't need it all over me. That's the difference between you and tea.

So I told the angels I’m not coming back And they gave me two more bodies. And that’s how I became three people. We have identical staircases, my bodies. And it is wonderful to know that You think I’m perfect And it is wonderful to know that You think I’m beauty You think I’m talent Baby give me your blue print So I can build you back up Again I never want to see his chemicals In your eyes again I...

I wish I could speak to you in chemical words. Secretive. Our chemical lexicon would be harmonious! Downright wholesome, and lovely. It would be beyond breathable! Inescapable! Unmistakeable! To us, to us.

Your eyes surround me like light not yet lifted out of me. the kind that passes me. You become a star every morning at 2.30 AM. I have not seen it but you burn me whole again. We're gonna pick a splendid fight in Thailand, you and I. It may be a stalemate  And I may look like a faded flag for you but I'm looking at your face now - not  one line on it. You must slumber so well. Teach me how you do...

Feathered muscle. Ever seen it? All I will say is it’ll make you second guess what you did with YOUR day. Because you know--the only way to achieve this on a human body is if the person who possesses the feathering of the muscles has successfully mastered their body. The feathering of the muscle can only happen with extreme conditioning. Day After Day After Day After Day After night After night af...

I’m not depressed right now, I’m actually in really great spirits but it’s very frustrating when I’m in a conversation with somebody that doesn’t believe in depression or thinks it’s a weakness or feigned sickness. This is my attempt at explaining how depression feels... _____________________________You’d be amazed at how many buildings I fell off today, how many grounds I almost grabbed how many...

She taught me that I was love. Yet she had never met me, or heard me. Or seen my flesh in real time, minute by shaking minute in my own tremble. It’s never on purpose, I swear. I am always just a little bit afraid, I don’t think it’s anybody’s fault. I think I’ve a frantic mind. She has started to notice, I can hear her getting frightened—she is talking craziness now. She’s not stopping and I can’...

Told you to meet me on a roof because I wanted to see you in the air. I never knew you were sky. Teach me how to be so many colors in twenty-two hours and the last two: how to enter dreams. Give me your gaze. Go ahead, Give me the bullet. Fuck the rope. I miss my home. I miss my shape. All form, it’s preposterous. I know we are more. I know I am dead. You pretend that you’re sure Trying to kiss my...

I can see you now. You’re in the middle of a pile of flowers. Purple. I’m guessing your face is relaxed and pleasant. You don’t want to get out. You like reaching for sun. You like the green of the air, the purple stains on your chest, neck, and thighs. You like to be the cause. Your beauty is disrupting-- I’m going to panic if I don’t get this done. Stop. It. Please go away. My heart is not stead...

I still love you.

It still makes me smile.

Siren starts. Your name like fire. Froze the wind. This door needs locking. Isn't what I saw. I am a movie. I am a moving thing. I move things. You are a movie. You are a moving thing. You move things. you saw my monster. Hugged the death out of me. That door needs locking. Yes, okay, but it isn't what I've seen. I saw a great movie. It was you and me. Kiss me around every corner. Night like the d...

Let’s dance. I’m feeling natural and bleak Let’s dance. I’m awfully tremendous. I am just joking— I’ve got a backpack full of bricks bring your body to battle. bring your body to battle. this isn’t us you are fighting you are fighting yourselves. Save me some survival and remember Poems Are never useless.

I talk to people you know Your friend is a marvel. Says she has a collection of collar bones Hidden in her bedroom drawer right next to the promise that she gave to herself I say those things are simply Beautiful My friend tells me not to lead the flock astray But I would—never—they inspire clearly with their ever-circular reverie I could not; pigs bite and I don’t emerge in that kind of Pain. Bec...

Musings on the word, “yes”

But if I had a building—-for every time you took my mind from me—- I’d be New York City by now.