Meant for stars only

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A lustrous insanity requires viewing

You can stare

But who said your ability was short of the disability we inadvertly share

Once I rode a horse back, bare

I cried

Not because I was 5

But because I was falling with every step

and

you forgot to show me that

it was a tear that fell

showing his face

my tear

his face gone

maybe dead

now…

I fall to show him how…

I fall…

he….

stands laughing

in a moonlight

Meant for stars only!

crawl

 

Time to carry these limbs to bed,

A new morn awaits;

Life is in that.

You are a flotsam wet rag

of shoe shine joke

Your fingers ache with the knowing

as keys hang below

like nobodies business…

Scrabble lay neatly in your face!

Nothing explaining the terms of this agreement,

between heart and face

Cream of whose crop?

You were bent over then…

It’s easier to see the beauty in a crouched figure.

The sun is far more accommodating on the lowly.

In these moments

words come slow and torment

drunk gives way to sober again

and it's your face that makes the bile turn

in me

I want to crawl

I want drag my body against rough ground

and taste asphalt between my teeth

feels like terror

I could peel back the skin

and fill my limbs with half inflated balloons

Then maybe you would witness me fall gracefully

But I am ancient soggy knots

matted in the intwine

coated in the debris of overzealous tying

Everything crumbles

Everything always crumbles

and the jade was too bright to be true

It smells like incense when my palm is closed

and feels like terror when my fingers part

Breath between the knuckles

as my teeth fall bloody and broken

To the ground

It wasn’t until I touched my throat

That I realized no air was passing through

I had been dead for a long time

Larf?

 

It’s like….

A bubble

You

Me

And

All

…

I am cascading off your fan…

Flutter by with no consequence

Red for a moment

Gone the next

Shellfish (selfish)?

Maybe?

A derivative of myself

I have become a homopath(et)ic.

Soothing the nostalgia in psuedomorphic dose…

Sugar pill

I will you to dance

In my vein

Again

And again…

Swallowed whole…

In the bubble there is empty.

We are not who we seem

Or at least I’m not

I’m not of any seams or lining or any such substance

I am just cornflour and water

Thrown by accident into an artwork

Admired once and forgotten

So readily…

LARF

It’s the only thing left worthwhile doing!

You asked for me inn modern
I fell on my knees and prayed

Lest not forget
all we have undone

Tonight I am seams and threads

Tonight you seldom ask

Why Am I alone…

Do I sleep
I rest slum

Is my feet in the pie dish
Did blessings bring me to none

My babe

Don’t weep
Tonight we are alone

Only this alley knows our whispers

But together I am none

I must…. You say
Of course

Which you know means … I am a desert…
If there ever was one!

If you cut off my toes I shall learn to dance…

Goodnight
Dear sir

You know this is for you!

until we meet

sometimes we crash through glass

when we fail to see our reflection
when all we see is what's on the other side
and we go to it...

then we find ourselves bleeding
and in pain
and we are confused
because we didn't know there are barriers...

until we meet them

hi

Tierney
Don’t deny
we took the fall like last weekend’s dive

We go there
because as lovers we wouldn’t

Goodnight
I think I had too many
but it was a sound that awakened me
and now I am solemn
Now I am…

soft tear falls…

Decay my thoughts
as you undo my bra
It’s between these clasps we speak

Who sold you to me?
Was it a night sailor?
Was I tricked into something beneath it’s worth?
Or are you not standing up straight?

 I am not… that…

I am half undone and all exhausted!
I am the end of the bottle when the whistle is blown.
Don’t mistake for Madonna
For I am drunk!

I am all fingers and palms
my story is my creases
I don’t forgive what is not done
neither can I read the fortune

When she held my hand
I wanted love
He smiled
and all that I knew was gone

Smile in my palm

and a soft tear falls…

The banks

Come hither or high water.
They gathered on the banks.
She was naked
but not for the men she waits
for the swell
to take Northwards
away from this hell!

Bin so looong I've forgotten Howl!

One lip
One tip
over…
And she’s a fallen:
Wo…

Smoking in the dark;
her shadow lick their pores
Their skin
sees her reflection
But, she,
Fades…
soaked in doubt
She is a badly mixed shooter on a Sunday night!

Framed like the art work she is.
in motion she is
A stumbling, bumbling fool

She catches glances like olive branches
Then drops them careless in her pocket.
Half scatter to the pavement
The rest are lost on the subway home!