“Two-Striped Eyes”

Curled up red eyes tired ears the mind hears

Pillow back talk the wake you’ll sleep

Beating silence corner bearing slide mirror

Hook mouth code raven smile the stranger

Torn wink blind shadow whispers pink folds

Empty wood gloss crime three seconds empty

Play dove blossom port iron switch brick

Vein shorts ink wreath the white hinge knob

Glass moods dark handle wait edge while

close.

“Rabbit heart”

                       It’s 8:34 now. Check to see. Fix it later.

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                       I have a lot now. Roadmaps. The shuddering.

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                       ………. Crack. Started last night……………………..

                       I would like to sleep tonight. Better or for worse.

                       …………………I think I forgot how to dream………….

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                       Desolation is wandering. Check to see if my tats

                       are there. Still feeling the same. “I love you.”

                       I don’t want to see what time it is now. Messes.

                      At all possible. Five. Running out of your skin is

                      ……………….. easy. Those are mine……………………..

                      Tic. Tic. Tick. I used to be really good at being…..

                      Part of me alone. They are. It’s been fine…………..

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                      Are messy. Cared for. I would like to sleep tonight.

                      Digging a grave. Side. Still am. It’s just………………….

                      ………………………… different, now…………………………..

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                      ……………………………….I’ve been doing this. Last…….

                      I didn’t have you then………………………………………….

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                      Free me. Leaving. I have reasons.

 

“Water Scrying”

It’s 3 a.m. and so am I / it’s and 3 a.m. being

a way to examine my shortcomings / history

and then search / bare shoulder / milky coffee

seems like / a / good idea despite 3 a.m.’s

shortcomings – roll over / sensations trapped / in

the / down covers touch / me / lazy sex

– sundays / something / at 3 a.m.

my pillow / talks caressing my notebook

/ and my phone look / similar

 

 

 

“Signed and Sealed”

Buzzz. Buzzz. Pause: wet paper towel. Buzzz. Does it hurt? No, not really. It’s worth it.

That’s what they all say. Clenched teeth. Buzzz. Buzzz. Where do you go to school? Buzzz.

Pause: loading more ink. Oh, yeah? I went there too. Do you like it? Buzzz. The boy’s arm twitches.

Stay still. Buzzz. Buzzz. His leg, this time. Need a break? No.

That’s what they all say. Buzzz. It’s nearly finished. A wonky black shape, to you. For him, a breakneck taboo.