rose dust

spazzy moth licking the gold dust clean. wavering shadows in pool water. “trust is just a fool’s crown.” they say looking in the mirror is some form of witchcraft. what you’re doing to me. we watched the storm build to the sky castle. towering towering towering up… almost like stepping on spiral stones wrapping their

broken tides robust with flavor

Hello. I found water. Transported to a fairyland. lush. decorated with ivy leaves. the flowers are spray painted white. Shrine of a woman over a nautical land. Holding a sword she stands. Crown. Heart. I share the unspoken pleasure of the divine with an older woman and who looks like her sun. We are transformed

disenchantment scattered dreams, flickering scenes stuck on projector books of detailed drawings. velocity lighting wind and rain. confrontation makes my heart shrill. don’t you know i’m s e r i o u s? flame in my face. abstract body incense alone dreams of grassy pastures and hooves it was the dream vomiting glitter. waves from

tripping up

Contained piles. Organized chaos. Seeing boxers on the road. ‘that’s fun.’ Small window. you know how everything is. vocal scream from the inside of your lungs but your lips don’t change and your eyes remain contained in their neat little compartments. Disaster relief. You are in trouble. Wasting water to clean the dirt left coffee

layer cake

Have you ever looked at life in the face and mirrored those alternate realities. Bleeding. Screaming. Contrast and point. Rainbow gleaming on the wall. The shadows dance between the trees. slide show transitions. Spirits dance in a muddy reflection. I am seeing another world shining its light at me. I don’t see leaves anymore. I

singing off the page

can you tell your friends to save something for me or is that greedy even though they take the last piece. Everyone wants the last piece, is that the problem? we are constantly fixating on who will finish what or who will finish first. timing is everything that is also infinite we should never fixate

4:37

lipstick kissed cigarettes owls creak and shatter in the winds of the night when the moon turns to a shadow of bones and when screams become whispers that only the wolves can hear / an ember turns to blood, i say i love you but you only see my lips moving as my hands turn

question through a lens

taking a picture and marking it with a time stamp. flickering memories: lost and forgotten, or forever ingrained. if i took a picture of you now, would you stay like that forever? your face changes but your hands and the crescent shaping your neck and shoulders is a familiar memory. if your body is the

stained glass

When the wind calls she was walkin’ away   did you know she was broken?   Or did you try and hide her tears away

kissing sugar

sun of ice, heir of doom. the blue light of the sky masks the darkness November sings. rise and fall, fall and rise sprinkles of lust drives the cadence of the vibrating earth my bones are the crystals on the evergreen your heart is the sun melting Keds my shoes disintegrate into dust the sky