You’ve stopped talking to me and I don’t know why...

I hate this - this feeling - this anguish, with it’s retinue of mysteries.

Was it something I said? I’m sorry - I curse my rebel lips.

Was it something I didn’t say? I’m sorry - I was the unaware child.

I’m just a girl – not some faultless machine

There needs to be a manual – a manual for... everything - so Id know.

Is there a more contemporary narrative than disappointment at the hands of this Internet plaything - this toy-like trap we hope will inform us and we think we command?

I know questioning destroys some things.. but I don’t understand.

I don’t understand.

I am
fermenting in tedium
emotionally over-reactive
frequently inappropriate
irresponsible but trustworthy
discontentedly powerless
and frequently overwhelmed.

no one tells you
being an immigrant
is being a stallion
front hooves tied knotted
course rope
chaffing at your ankles
holed up in a greener pasture
gnawing at tender leaves
while watching
acres away
those you love
wild and free, wind
whistling against their cheeks,
a throbbing ache to be with them
but knowing you cannot.

steel plates warped
bend with the burden of
dust,
I keep washing
skin wrinkles
weeps
still I scrub
until the plate breaks
the silver scar
lined with blood.
I throw it away,
unwrap a new one
knowing that tomorrow
more dust will come.

You took me to meet your parents
when I still saw something in you.
That something is gone now-
I’ve realized it was never there.
Our hearts were in tandem then;
why was mine left feeling so empty?

You brought me to concerts
when I could still hear you up on stage.
Now people cheer at your old songs
when I know that they should be booing.
Our paths were linked then;
why was I the one robbed of a future?

1.

in the velvet distance

a sequence of yearnings

emerges from the zig-zagging bees

of frantic motion



2.

wherever the green grenade of spring

explodes into bounty

is where I want to be



feeling the exhaling light

of a mile-high rainforest

welling up inside my heart



but the path to love

is strewn with mines

and each reckless step

calls down lightning from the sky

calls down thunderclouds

soaked with the gasoline rags

of cursed wisdom



3.

yet

a kiss

planted in

a weeping eye



releases the soothing breath



of rainforests

opens this clenched fist

stuffed full with mossy heart clumps



resuscitates

this flatlining humanity



for the mirrored burning

of stars and minds

continues to light

our way forward



4.

if we gather the sands of synchronicity

from the corners of our eyes



then adorn them onto

these diamond wheels

of hurt and kindness



maybe the shimmer and the shame

of emotion will cause the disintegration

of this destructive machine

of sporadic tenderness



5.

though

the billion needles of regret

leave their mark,

I dream of being paved over

with kaleidoscopic scars of the present



of strutting

with painted feet



of being

perfectly at home

like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air



6.

so let’s lay waste

to the false equilibrium

that streams down

from star-bright nights



yes

harmony resides

in the swoosh and twirl

of our love-hungry eyes



yet it is a false

stay of execution

between her thighs



where the last meal

of her dark almond eyes

presses back the winds of volatility

for you are still alone



though each caress

still presses back

the winds of volatility



and although all the reaching out

seems to be a flag of surrender

it doesn’t matter



for who we are tends to get

splattered against the canvas

anyway



and what we have

is time’s shifting hourglass

leaving choking imprints



around our necks

so let’s lay waste

to the false equilibrium

that streams down

from every star-bright night



let’s ride this heart-shackling beast

into the wild violet expanse

while gripping the reigns

with wind-scorched fingertips



we’ll smother fear itself

with the gristle of our hate

which cuts carbon sharp

like the razor-hard eyes of orphans



7.

in the velvet distance

a sequence of yearnings

emerges from the zig-zagging bees

of frantic motion



wherever the green grenade of spring

explodes into bounty

is where we will be



kisses

planted in

weeping eyes



shall resuscitate

our flatlining humanity



for the mirrored burning

of stars and minds

continues to light

our way forward



and who we are tends to get

splattered against the canvas

anyway



and if you look

from far enough away

you see that each wildly meandering streak

eventually becomes reminiscent

of being perfectly at home



like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air



like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air

my body is a vault
steel bars ribs bared
lungs press against hot bone
your name a password
encrypted
on every vein and even
my muscles remember
every depression in your thumbprint
but even that isn’t enough
to unlock
what builds within me.

you only love me in the silence I keep
I wet my tongue with white wine
quiet,
and when you slumber I speak
each syllable a liberation.

Cute in  
L'Oréal was
darter of
seeking trail
to open
her romance
in June
on a
fire of
sullen creek's
glen in
the moonlight
of entire
night with
whispering pines
motif this
ring vaunted.

I swallow the snake’s tail

I dine on the patterns of chaos

that emanate from each flicker

of the tongue.



Whisper death into my eyes,

dream hatred that sputters

like a dying flame;

moment of regret I incinerate you again,

again.



Light years in my eyes,

a bevy of desire outracing the sun,

a mixture of parting elements,

happiness departing my body like

plague vomited into the stars.



Strangle sprint spirit sin crush;

crumble this edifice as I am demolished

by your sultry stare.



Shred this shell,

**** these lips;

oh the wailing,

the stutter of despair in my shoes,

the crimson kite flies under stealth

of evening light.


DarkFilthyAngel bring your bare *******

into the firelight. Tempt all that I am

with your welcoming lips. Center starlight,

follow the moon to the home in your stare,

where I shall drink your reflection in like

a starry night in whose arms I became no one,

a man without a name,

a teardrop falling through nothing at all.



I, Zephyr, Walker,

Soul Magnet, Mind Obliterator,

the black-hearted yes-man feverishly nodding his assent.

Sychophant, weakling, everyman,

unquenchable demon misfit, runner of mazes,

follower, sickly supplicant;

I create the swirl of oblivion in your pupils.



It grows as the light dims,

as knowledge beams outward.



And you collapse and I am the fusillade,

the burnt butterfly, the charred carnage,

the soul’s goo, overcooked consciousness set ablaze.



I crush it. I crush it. Unholy invasion,

glitter of night. Splash! Redirect agony and

fire my art into your oblivious sky.



The tendrils of heat build rings

around my pounding heart.


Strangle,

sprint,

spirit,

sin,

crush;

crumble this flickering

snake’s tongue edifice

demolished like being

****** by your sultry stare,

torn into one,

released from THIS.