lazy

"lazy"

we unwind from our skin
so easily.

sunlight carries in hope, while the
days and nights leave us stirring
like an autumnal breeze.

numbered

"numbered"

each digit on our body
is carefully numbered
three four
five.

we take our lovers quietly
and often are left with
memories and postcards that
intricately cloud our thoughts.

hearts weigh so heavily around
our necks.

jumbled

"jumbled"

you wouldn't believe how
many times i've spelled my name
wrong.

black ink, shreds identity
and causes the memory to flicker
for a single second.

a child's first breathe
on his final day is
more
comfortable than this.

obscure

"obscure"

there is some
thing
deeper than my soul that
comes and
goes. all the same.

gold encases my veins,
Midas would be proud.
but all worth is not
measured.
nor is it
weighed.

controlling aspects of
lips and bent mouths
is more of,
what i'm after.

(no subject)

what are you waiting for?

a simple answer, would be great.








until then, i'll be sitting in the sunlight and in the grass, barefoot and waiting for you. i know you'll come around.

you think...

"you think..."

keep your chin up,
young hopeless.
you can place the pieces back
together if,
only you'd try.

hailstorm

"hailstorm"

i find myself, in
pain.
the severity of this weather has left me,
thinking that
the cost of one person is another.

ice strikes my cheeks and shoulders and i swear,
this is part of the plan.
spoken word becomes a conviction
that some can't keep.

grey crunches under my feet,
i move uphill-
to watch the city below

crumble

into midwestern black.

tidewalker

"tidewalker"

you look to me with a slight grin
as if you knew what you were tempting.
shivers crawl through each
capillary of
your body.

i can glance at the same image
and find beauty,
you look quietly for dysfunction.

when i reached for your hand you
moved nearer.

you opened your wordless mouth
and
swallowed me whole.




note: i need to travel somewhere soon.

harbinger

"harbinger"

my mouth opens as if to apologize
but i cannot speak, rivers and streams of
fire flow from my lips and into
the world that i did not create.

the cinders fall like snow.

and i ran like a dog in the dark
hiding silently under the trees.







*edited by Vince Bauters.

white sand

"white sand"

walking on the beach
caressing your hands in the glow of the moon
it's funny
how you seem to shiver when the waves
crash on the shore.

i throw a stick into the black and silver
water, and you laugh
thoughtlessly, quietly.
you touch the small of my back so
lightly that i don't notice.

i wish you knew,
wish i could tell you that i had better intentions
you're like porcelain, carved and perfect.
china

white

modern art, all alone.

i want to lay you down. fill your veins and heart
with white sand
send you off to sea-

so you remain a sunken effigy.

just joking

"just joking"

at night we glance at one another,
though curtains.
you try to hide in your eyes, but
they're transparent.

in the window, you move like a ghost
and i watch, hoping that one feeling will
make you materialize into something
more physical.

wind catches me off guard and i swore
that you'd blow away
from me.

and you did.

resist

"resist"

the shed's light is still on
from
the night before when you
led me out there
to glimpse at your new
flowers.

i remember thinking that
this was all one big game,
one i couldn't win.
pretending sometimes, i'd run my fingers
through your hair
and
other times i'd watch you
dance.

usually i prefer people with a certain
flare, but i watch you and see how
pathetic things can truly get.

and i think to myself,
no love can save me.

postman and sophia

"postman and sophia"

at night, i wish i'd had someone to cover me up
someone to do it over and over again
but it'd get boring.

he mentioned that soon it'd be summertime
but everything reminds me of winter
i knew that you would come,
welcome to this kingdom.

i nestle in pain.

unknown

"unknown"

tonight, you will see the stars
and they'll hang and look as meaningless
as you'd hope i'd be.
i think it's the seizures.

the liquid in my skin shifts with
an inviting cold.
i look down, and separate the ground
and find hands of angels and
fists of lost lovers.

they're sleeping right
below you
and it's okay
because i know you've felt
this way before.

it's a long way down, deeper below
the words spoken mean
more than the things we say.

don't wake me up, just let the light
stretch across my face.

i heard there's a party...

"i heard there's a party"

we walk alone, words tired behind our eyes
shivering, often near you, cold breath
lurks into the cold.

cords around our necks,
you said we'd never last.
time will prove you wrong.
so much time, have i held this in:
i have never claimed to have a heart
of gold.

i'd suffer out loud but no one would care enough to listen
but i prove to my head that my heart still beats
and sometimes it's harder than you think,
so beat some life back into me.

pretty face

"pretty face"

maybe the bombs look better from
where you're standing
sometimes i wonder what you're
waiting for.

your decision to stay makes me think
that this is all one big game
tell me, who's pieces fall first?

your make up isn't war paint,
your polished words still don't get you
what you want.

there are no students, only victims
and i am taking them and
making them wear lab coats
to let them dissect your presence-
ultimate degradation.

the witches

"the witches"

don't catch fire, can you
make pictures
with your fingers?

there's no gravity and,
we can't hold our stomachs
sometimes the trees smell like skin
and fires burn.

they said, "carpenters tell stories"
but we nail them down.
it's too late and we've been
fucked from front to back

skies above are closed,
i forget names when we shake hands
i'm leaving everything behind
just like the wind.

hide away

"hide away"

when the summer comes,
hide behind your trees
and i'll play along
over and over
buried in crimson,
or clover.

time can pass,
and so will you,
we'll all be caving in too.

the dirt stain on your hands
are not as permanent as you'd like to think
and someday, you will finally see
darkness means nothing
when you dwell inside my head.

summer ends, and all your trees
end up on fire.

run away

"run away"

go ahead and play your games
i know it hurts
the sounds
of passion, are less endearing
than i'd have guessed

each time you bat your lashes
i expect hailstorms
and broken glass,
the scars you pass on
seem to hurt less when the sun's down

we will suffocate underneath your rains
and i remain hopeful
with the sweeping winds
and the burning trees
at the end of summer
you'll be revealed.