Demon Again

Circles we claim to possess

My stomach is empty

I am just another tiredly indifferent person

Her eyes are plagued inside age

That isn’t hers

I top off my sentiment

At the bottom of every intention

Outside of me I cramp

While my otherness decides

She counts on me giving up

 

My splintered hands turn the hourglass inside of itself

It’s sandstorms vortex and leaves me an unmentionable

Touch me here, and here, but never there

My gaze is too much for the foolish triviality of you’

I am easily forgotten, but my name is still whispered

My type ink before the shadows of blood are spilt

Unearth Me

I saw a broken girl

Crowded by her fragments.

Her road ended unknown

Between heart ache and lust.

She spit upon formality,

Instructed fascism.

I saw a broken girl

Crowded by her fragments

And closed my eyes.

For Somebody

There are those who claim my thought scattered:

I write here to perform a ‘no’.

In all things I harbor insipid pattern,

Interim a glance and became a glow.

My fire is the resource that will not combust;

Paradox becomes parody becomes meter becomes rust.

Infected with your steady diction I mount sterile art.

Unlike

From the corner of all things considered

Ingrid talks of the clutter

We could spend all day in the sun

Oft time and grow our patched beard

Ours is a separateness confined to this rank mortuary

And I’m a hair toss away from where I’m about to be

I canned what was left of natures rebellion

And walked beside the oceans slow groan

Audacity Optional

Because I cannot feign happiness

You look at me with your money

Because I cannot alter expectations

You swelter ambition

Because I cannot lie

You harbor truth

 

Today I am a prostitute on the brink of everything

His sweaty palms knocked down my door

The number two pine falters

In the morning I pick up the fragments with out pride

Or sorrow

 

Because I cannot lament freedom

You burden me with chains

Because I cannot burn legitimate

You create friction

Because I cannot crack

You splice whole

 

Tomorrow I will be a politician who forgets nothing

Her footsteps echo down the gravel drive

The black stone empties the white

At the end I escape with my loneliness intact

Or interest

 

Because my happiness cannot feign.