horrorifying questions to ask your lover
have you too seen the top of the ivory tower? that acute bliss of creation, made right from your own mouth? the breast which hangs half-heartedly from the towel? the suspension of disbelief until it arrives quite like a friend?
quis sum ego?
crawling out of me like first light
the self as an expression of desire
dark with smile, a mindless flashing through
an infinite dryness of being
for the: bubble fairy
bless you, baby-blue! the sky stretched a mile high
the day dance ended at bare tapping feet and the crowded ball-room
wrinkly pictures to bend but no performer could, bust an arm
open season on love
wrung high and decrepit as a sore man-child
might still dream upon a splintered soul
he prays still, body of blood when all is to spoil
mama; newborn
mother lives tonight—yes, for now she breathes in bed
together we watch the fan blades spin
into the flesh-red, she breathes-in dark and hums
thank fuck for the death of men
i am unfolding like a purple tangerine, peeled backend black and pale.
listen-out, i’m dust
someday there is going to be a big yard and i will beat you to it, bathe beneath a tree or a breathing body of light but
i made myself bleed so i could cry beside you
our met kiss was wet-lips but no touch; we took a break to stare at each other in the rib-cage, i was trapped in.
so you’d find god, not a mother
i follow myself across a blameless bridge and dig my toe into the part of the plank that’s breaking in
do not pick at my irises
nothing burns like a bitch's fangs playing father in the skinned backseat. we're all watched-out, enough now.
i will tell you goodnight instead
i’ve been a stoned fool, cold, breaking-out at the melbourne airport bitching about being a sad seven-year-old
gagged girls at a gas station. we’re remembering everything
gagged at the gas station. salt said she is sweeter scrawny