Small Minutes

think of me in the small minutes
and i will bloom
there, in the corner, numbed and growing

Conversation

“Impossible.” I screamed meekly.

“Impassable.” She echoed solemnly.

“Ah,” I said sulkily.

“It seems we have reached an impasse.” 

MotherDaughter

Acid image, mirror split in one, two, three…

Breathe. She can’t hurt you now.

She is yellow. But she is mine.

Iron, floods, and screams

Like you she is desperate

To remain unmaimed

She is holy like her baptism

Slaps the priest square in his unclean mouth

Laughter, bitter neigh naïve

She is just your acid image  

Chewing you over inside her head

Making you a sad liquid sage

Marking her; corrosive; as she is

Everyone knows whales don't eat tomatoes

I had a dream that I swam with killer whales and that a guest trainer got eaten by one, flippers and all. No one helped him. I kept thinking about what that experience would be like. In my dream I kept rewinding the image, like a video with a million hits on Youtube. To be swallowed up by something like that, crushed by its weight. Your bones would break no doubt but then what, was he crushed beneath the weight of the monsters tongue and the ridged roof of its mouth? Would he even die right away? Or would he suffocate inside of the warm confines of the body? I would hate to suffocate. I think that would be one of the worst ways to die. The trainer only looked slightly nervous as the whale approached him, like a novice but a professional. He juggled tomatoes and fed them to the whale one by one until it devoured him and the last tomato in his clasped hands rested at the trainer's belly button. Maybe that's why he ate him because he knew the trainer was a fool and might as well. Everyone knows that whales don't eat tomatoes.

hitchcock summer

I refuse to let you forget
It's like trying to keep someone wake
body snatchers style
sleep and they become someone else
someone foreign and unfeeling towards you
so please don't shut them
shut them, over me

Queer Dead Faces

I spent the night looking at queer dead faces
The see through hummingbird within my chest
humming, inescapable, unmanageable
I waited as the skies closed over me
Like eyelids
I screamed a little, But you never heard
Cuz I didnt mean for you to
You called me baby, baby, baby
till the word was meaningless
artificial hope
massacred, mechanically
between your lips
and beer stained tongue
I think I would have loved you once
But these eyes are shut
This world is electric but not in the good way
In the way that fries, fries, fries
your nerves, you nervous?
Got glitter on your face
So long it sits that it grinds
finite bloody specks
embedded shards of gritty light
Ouch. Ouch!
You hurt me
I hurt me
But all I see are the dead faces
and their dead dreams
sparkling placidly, infinite