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mike dm Jan 2019
old light. there's
mold on your
information.

your me
is flipped through
photo album. i am

somewhere between
the solar spasms,
deleted and spatial,
****** off. holding

no grudge, i
just can't care
that hard anymore. all

i want is
soaring silent synths
and eyes, mine, closed,
holding vacuums on the lids.
mike dm May 2015
I Blaze green skunk
Close the blinds
Trip ***** and fall up
up into the rafters of the mind
Astral backpack
Through the timespace continuum
Mind over matter

At least
until the latter
starts to pitter patter again
I spit ****
that'll make the pineal gland
Shape shift
Into the Buddha chillin in a full lotus
Position
I don't seek stardom
I seek the stars
that jump started this
Cos I'm sick a glitchin
We are a way for the universe
To know itself  
But we've built scars from stars
So I manifest mind and spar w the mar
Wear my ego on my sleeves
Rolled up
Ya I Put my demons on blast
Caught flak
forearms busted up
But still I laugh
Every single day
Roll my boulder up the hill
W a Mona Lisa smirk still
I'm Rebel w causality
Innate violence doesn't
Befit my species
Sorry I don't buy it
That's puttin the fist before the hand
And that's jus some silly ****
Maaaan
mike dm Apr 2016
your kisses were jade made live
lithe like crested waves
tumbling beneath eyes unpeeled
writhing into existence
crushes crushed
flesh spent
mike dm Jan 2016
my skin,
opal
white
in lunar light;

she
scryed
these hard tears
until they came.
dm micklow
mike dm Dec 2015
As the night gets darker
Deeper in
My head growths thick
With taut thoughts held
My grip feeling it out
mike dm May 2016
i wish
i were
bright star,

far away.

but i am
blight scar,
here and

now.
mike dm Sep 2016
night callers all, drink
your dram of dream
lick the moon clean
mike dm Dec 2015
there's an art to a sort of despair
that does not care
so much

be still
it'll

cool pools of red
n fetch your trusty bones
it lets you bare something realer
no matter the shadows of then

yuh know
it won't ******* **** you
to have nothing to say sometimes
except a knowing look or glance
mike dm Nov 2017
we all get to have gold jackets
when the sun comes up, again
that ferrari thought is just a pumpkin
mike dm Feb 2016
i know
a soul
that has a poem
writing inside her.

among other things,
it has written me down, there,
on the backside of her third rib.

i, consumed
by a certain peculiar meanderlust,
curl up
along its
metamorphic edge:
riding those finishing strokes
that forever code your own typeface as such.
dm m
mike dm Jan 2016
sometimes i feel like atoms flung;
other times, like
atoms in flight
arching toward some strange
sideshow attraction
at the end of time.
mike dm Jan 2016
the push of night
has again taken over
the day,
and this room
has become a sort of blue
that does not want
to go
away.
dm micklow
mike dm Aug 2016
death crept up my back
and fingered each one
of my spine's nodules

breathing icy wisps
into my left ear

laying me
deeper into my bed
dread penetrating
mike dm Aug 2016
blank white page:
prompt that yoosh pomp thatchyoo do;
he'll stoop he'll stomp his frill till it's

shelved, docu'd
spelled out,
to the point of mellifluous flu.

his coy is beggining to cloy.
but it stirs still.

he wants the inside of his alonebones to atone
for the unimaginable thing he has to do.

hero that doesn't  
want to know
tragedy is real.
mike dm Apr 2016
cleanse the doors of perception
and you still get cleansed perceptual doors;
sure, it's a higher, more complex order of doors,
but it's still a door.
it still opens and shuts.
it still reveals and conceals rooms,
one door at a time.

the subject always objects
in the house of many doors.
it pictures. it members. each one,
a massive concatenation of rooms framed.
but the rooms always shift
with each new door opened,
because we always

think.
imagine.
wonder.

and we
re-member.

remembrance is always novel:
the old, new'd
with visions truer, because broader in space.

thinky stick binoculars can never be put down
in the house of doors and rooms reimagined.
mike dm Aug 2016
anyway, i can't think about that
anymore. the abyss gonna abyss.

i push pixels
bent on ellipses
****** up on extended metaphors
they turn me out
my sweater dismantled
these holes got socks in 'em
enamel from the storm god's tooth worn
and he knows i know

awkward eschatological talks ensue
like: "i always knew you were faking it."
stuff like that.

threshold deniers, behold, the new day: nigh af
mike dm Feb 2016
s p a c e
like you did
as a kid
that **** is fire for the soul
dm **** l  o   w
mike dm Feb 2016
Looks like I'll be on the road again. Nowhere to go. Poor af and no motivation. Shadow without a body. kicked pebble. road marginalia
mike dm May 2016
acro in the park
at the local farmer's market
energy, again
mdm
mike dm Jan 2019
what is will
when the wind
has us. is there
such a thing,
i wonder. i
really do
mike dm Apr 2016
i will bottle the sound of rain
and fold it
deeply
into the quietest recesses
of that muscle
just below your breastbone,
and make it beat chartreuse
soft taps slithering wet yesyesyes's
mike dm Jan 2016
first comes awe
then
some
dm micklow
mike dm Jan 2016
i have lived
my life.
i have made friends and
mistakes and love, and
all the other things between.

i mean, i don't like to go out much - so what?
i like my room quiet - is that weird?
solitude is
sorta my
thing.
i feel alive, there.

my thoughts, alone,
in my
head, are
still real.

i have
lived my life
******. yet
i still feel
a hand
as cold as the window sill
in the middle of winter
crawl up my back
and give me that
condescending pat -
"we know, kiddo. we know."
mike dm Jan 2019
poems write me
in my slumber
and then i forget them
later. sometimes they
are so good i feel like
this hell is something else
mike dm Apr 2016
i try to curve a line
with words
but this place is flat
mike dm Oct 2016
i say *** out loud
like sixty times
a day, easy
mike dm Jan 2016
i guess poetry can be used
to inspire optimism
and make people feel good,

but i'm looking for the kind of poetry that
eats the air
from my lungs and
sifts my holes
with a fistful of dead flowers.
mike dm Jun 2016
**** all the ****
get blissed it's
wings all the way down
mike dm Aug 2016
it won't stop
the feelings of it'sallwrong
tumbling inside my gut

ocher yellow
oxidized
waves flake
sheets of
metal tides
rivets fixed to
crest and trough

i come
i go and
little nothing's
eat at my
sloughed bone

i am going to ****** this moon
mike dm Jan 2016
the sound of
silence silenced, where
nature is made quiet
by nothing's
freshly whitened
thick crystalline glove.
dm micklow
mike dm Aug 2016
the arm
of this scar
always at my elbow
dulcet flicks
of the wrist
cheekcornerlip kisses
the let that grabs
mike dm Jun 2016
do me
with a line or two,
wontchya?

you can
put them
anywhere.
i dont mind.
mike dm Apr 2016
this night sits
low on my brow
alighting thoughts thoughts thoughts
i can feel this lunar weight's fist
it's knuckle
the color of come
mike dm May 2016
close your eyes

right
now.

space
the **** out.

watch and

wait

for those
****** thoughts
to surface. and when they do,
describe them.

give them crazy long fangs.
give them a mane made of fury.
let them summon that buried hatchet.

let it
do its
worst.

then
watch that ****
dissipate
into the forest
of thinky thoughts.
mdm
mike dm Feb 2016
the hum of zeros
concatenated
in my ears;
it's crazy how much
doing nothing
means.
mike dm Jan 2016
remember when
we ate too many
*** brownies
and you astral travelled
and saw
some ****
and i held you in my arms and
brought you

back

and then, in the cool blue
heat of our summer flung,
you remembered
you are not you
and i am not me
and we are jus
dripping with
playing parts now and
wavelength later
mike dm Sep 2016
sweet black bile
that sad smirk
hurt's so good

i'd eat entire moons for you
and sleep in till noon
spooning the day wasted
mike dm Jan 2019
my binary atoms are
being smeared wet and mucosal
like holes flexing and swelling
like being queen of the all-all's
watching their heads roll into
tentacles that are serving me
dropping ontologically immanent grapes
into my mouth and fanning me
with hexagonal cleopatras glistening
and all the whorl is a place to feast
mike dm Jan 2016
you don't hafta be fearful
you don't hafta be saved
just be braver
than you were
yesterday
today
mike dm May 2016
butterknife seppuku
is my fav way to go

lottsa little deaths
to spread thin

till the last edit
of these things
swims
upstream

away from me
mike dm May 2016
at a cafe
people, like me,
in transit.

the inbetween
slivers

my
molecules,

opening the space to face
caught thoughts.
mike dm Sep 2016
The few times I realize I am content, I just as soon feel like I'm cheating on my usual sadness; worse, that it is only the eye of the storm; and worst of all, I'd be duped into writing a happy poem - anything but that.
mike dm Feb 2016
shatter beneath
rages ribcaged: now opened, loosed.
dais
   for the blue,
                  pumping out
            yours truly.

flip page.

reanimate new beat,
new rhythm,
new
you.
dm micklow
mike dm Jan 2019
these asshaberdashers
are hung on the wall
but can't win in the end
mike dm May 2016
i am spiraling.
i am not well.
an early exit is calling me.
mike dm Aug 2016
i am not me
im the thing opposite to
the vision in the
room adjacent 
small muffled voices suggest through
this fixed wall tall
things that coulda or shoulda been said

on the other side
things that will be said

filled w dread in bed still cant get up
the sun hasnt won me over yet
im one with the moon
glowfist knuckle **** if i know pushpull hopedoom
lunacy looming over this 
wish
to be 

me
or something
bigger than me

something
i made

i am not me 
i am not this 
i am vision(less)
behind the wall next 
theres no door theres no window 
but ill find a way in
or not
i might jus warm
my hands in the corner
of this dialed-up nondescript
dark elongated room

im torn
mike dm Dec 2015
im gunnin for it
the black come as you are
fertile yeses eyes wide
let's make something

my soul closed up
till my next lifetime becomes a has-been
big spaces kinda like me
and so i write them into being
mike dm Aug 2016
eye starly
cut thrumming
cherry ember dwindle shutter

speeded up
us lamplighted
and brief
mike dm Jun 2015
heartfist
open up
become five wings won
chestburst and
fly

fly far away
far from it all
mike dm Jun 2014
I traverse these curses
like a standoffish simile
writing i still luv u, k? to metaphors torn
between your reality and

mine.

The simple pirouette of "less is more"
Is itself a palimpsest
When you are you.
My deep divers fail to resurface. Truth.

Instead of being alongside you --
Apart yet with you --
I am stupidly fixed on
being all the way inside you --

Bodies twisted and twisting,
as your thighs ride into hips, and
mine into necks,
gaunt, spent, hung.
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