Lest I Forget

Patio lounging. A muse in billowing silk. Arms bared, gentle breeze. Noon-sun sweat and wanton sighs. Breasts rise, hearts flutter. Garnet navel piercing. Hot. The darkest lipstick. Tapping fingers on the hip. Mirrored eyes linger. Her frown is always yearning. A glass of iced tea.

Faithless

Faithless though I am,I am devoted to Her:My cruel, heartless Muse.

Let Lie Less

I've been sleeping more lately,Troubled by ephemeral dreams,That (clichéd though this may be)Feel more real than reality seems.While good for inspiration,I'm concerned nonetheless,For in my waking starvation,I'm becoming less and less. Better, I suppose,To dream and chase phantom love,Than let my soul die.

To Dream Too Deep

When she did not wake, she burrowed Deeper,Into the corpse-skin of the world,Where she stole the magic from forgotten gods,Ate their powers and awful disparity,Until she vomited her mortality,In the form of wriggling worms,Many-legged and blindingly yellow,(Though when crushed underheel,They leave beautifully red stains). Because she could no longer walk,Having sprouted too many eyes,She dragged … Continue reading To Dream Too Deep →

Dreams of Dead Machines

Milk-rust and rose petals, Flowing in churning streams, Through ancient forest clearing, Weaving infinite songs, Whisper sensual calm, For a broken War Machine, Which can no longer recall(lost so in cartesian spirals), until sleep once again gleams, Like a dagger of diamond dreams, sheathed in soft, sapphire silk.

Trapped in Hell with You

Lucid dream-mazes,Labyrinth unfolding in neon madness,Distant memories caught in sleeping emotions,Haunted by the yearning embrace of lost lovers. Why would I ever want to escape this?Trapped in hell with you,Rather, I'm damned by the looming reality,Of waking,And losing you once more.

midland summer days

I melt away,To be swallowed by dark soil,And sleep in long grass. Broken china cups,Behind a classroom bookshelf,Teatime for fairies. Creaking branches sway,As cool gusts drink the hot air,Leaves whisper thank you's. Girl taps out her beat,While Boy dances like a fool,Laughter in sunshine. Sweating on the floor,Arms and legs spread far apart,Fan spins above, … Continue reading midland summer days →

Yin

I am thankful,For my simple mediocrity,And a contentedness for simplicity,Rather than desperationFor a stranger's adoration,And purpose in a meaningless world.

Fever Dreams #2

Fuchsia dreams of white-light rooms,Repeating rhythms in coral suspension,Cold nights framed in crystal borders,Nightly bodies burst in ruby drops,While princesses dance with shotguns,Staccato steps and smoky smiles,Screaming lurid secrets,Spilling from dreamer's lips,At the moment we awake. Over and over again I'll die,Until one day things could beDifferent.

Text Chains

Phones are heavy,With empty names,Endless text chains,Binding me to this moment - Etched in stone -Frozen in time -Burned into my soul - So that pitiful message,From ten years ago,Lies in youthful hope, unread.