I miss lounging in your bed
Your nicotine sweetened breath an apparition
Ecto-hawk wings furling feathered round my head

Tell me about this weathered wax slice
Warped by the light of the radiant sun
Let me tickle my nose with its faded sleeves dust
Big breath and motes waltz all around the room

Oh Holy day of Endings
And blessed eve of Death
Hollow me out for wonder;
Cool the spark inside my breast

Mister Robin, fat and feathered,
Hopping in the back yard
Bright of breast but dull of eye
Boasting proudly that he’s spry
Plumb with beetle, worm, and larvae
Thinks he’s the King of the garden

Laughter Wound ‘round me, string holiday lights,
Like boleadoras it ties me up tight
Trapped and enraptured
By you and your ape act, wiggling fingers,

My dad gets gout-
Bet I get it too
Because I love meat and grain based booze
And to stroll all day til my toes are sore
Then to fuck and eat and drink some more

I cannot see the light you see
the glittering promise the raw earth holds,
I'm told,
I cannot taste, or reach
Ask and so you shall receive
Does not seem to apply to me
No intentionality,

Something tender, soft, and golden
Pale spark blossoms with the moon
Butt’ry Spiral, Just unwinding
To a sweetly whispered tune

surfing through ; It's kind of like
fat paintbrushes all dipped in white
then dappled over wave and hill an'
crushed against the rising sky.

The vacuum inside of me
feels like an act of nature
Published work, diplomas
Paychecks, love letters,
big black hole beats
support network wall-paper

Memories
are hollow vessels
Fill with feelings;
let it settle
Birth them whole
from sacred stone
To see
The being
you've become

I want to walk down to the laundry mat
and put my whole self in,
load my quarters up, pat my pockets down,
and let myself spin and spin.

I took four grams of truth and I came up
to peak where I threw all the names up
that I'd worn through the years and they glittered like gems

Pretty little kitty cat gave my nose a bitty bat,
pretty dang bold 'cause I'm bigger than a pack a' rats.

My mind was an unkempt garden
Friend, you helped me pull the weeds
Your wisdom is a hidden temple
Where I can rest in quiet peace

Yeah I wanna be your muse-
What girl wouldn't?
When you play like a God
While you pray like a Sycophant

Bittersweet how sweet and bitter
love can be when pretense withers
tender - like the underbelly
not like fruit that's heavy, ready,
freshly plucked your heart will seem

Coil’d round my finger, Numb,
this tiny golden snake’s begun
To flick his sweet and noxious tongue
Against my thumb, the fading thrum
My heartbeat stutters - Bum, Ba-da-Dum

Who's this girl your dreams chase after?
Who's this vision in my head?
She's a mess of TV static-
Shines like gold and sinks like lead.
Sometimes she's so sweet and loving,

Childish thrones and childish thorns and I
,a child myself,
affected by your modest offerings
placed your beauty on a shelf too high for me
for I, so little,