standing in water with roses

"standing in water with roses"

your fingertips trace

my spine. simple secrets

whispered across flesh

in simple sentences.

my skull broke into

a constellation of

stained glass,

my teeth into

arches.

our hands

became

our voices.

ounces and ounces

"ounces and ounces"


I had ideas


then wished them away.


red glasses on the nightstand,
homemade earrings on the floor.


i spent sixty minutes
finding twenty-four hours

to waste. everything


evil is numbered, so move along.

hollywood, california

“hollywood, california”

exposition; paramedics climb the hills to find

mounds of dusted body bags.

each of bag contained outfits to

represent all of my favorite idols.

turning point; models with lazy eyes speak of

brief encounters with

my typecast persona.

complication; after two years, they remember

a face.

climax; i listen to the sound of car crashes

and wonder about

the diegesis of my own life.

action; within the funeral wakes i stirred

within my own

body.

resolution; framed and set aside, i admit to

pining for a

brand new life.

i bury myself

in rotten red sand.

n/a

the vertigo.

the death threats.

the funerals that never end.

n/a

the stars are dead Now.

hitchhiker

“hitchhiker”

snow-covered boots entered at

the patio door.

the living room contained an oath breaker,

whispered to by lovers and

spiritual vessels. but God’s love

had came and

gone. never once a warning

from the chain of

command. kids called him jack Frost,

cold as ice.

hubris

"hubris"

red buds

blossomed around her clavicle. she

spoke of things that had

gone terribly

wrong. his hands were reminiscent

of tourists- unwanted and

ghost-like. flies collected around

the bedside,

simply to sing the blues.

coveted

"coveted"

burning remains

of sedans and pick-ups litter cracked grey roads.

children cup their hands to catch

embers like falling snow.

God’s left and claimed the love

we gave years ago.

all of our blankets line

pine boxes.

morning futility

"morning futility"

your pale legs curl up in mine beneath

old crimson sheets. we stare straight through

sunset looking at runaway trains.

our laughs were reminiscent of an orphan’s

joy. the thick

heat

smothered us for days and days.