In the midst of the midnight flights
The radio seems so lost
In words that I can’t speak
when I do nothing –
The moment reaches
Its feet
And me – the moment
with you – the radio
Closed toe movements and a record
With a dial tone and a fit-to-be-tied booth
Not real sure where the moment is taking us
But, isn’t that the beauty
Of the symbiotic truth…
Beginning to counter-culture the white walls
That only find me when I’m not looking
Oh, how I miss….
The ground –
When did it all seem to find me
Amazing graces
All the way to the spit that trickles
Down my leg
When I forget to swallow
And the fangs
Seen only when I look at the others
But why do I want to cuz
There is no miss and how I can’t figure
Out this fire door that I’m jumping through…
When the trouble comes down
It’s the bottom, me and my whiskey can
I can’t seem to abbreviate my emotions
This early on a Monday
Only one thing can condone such mind clutter
And the overcompensation for approvals
Unwarranted and unneeded – but me, my bottom
And the unnecessary …
The parade of pangs and rot-judgment
Let loose of me….
Cradled in darkness and only
The thoughts to reach out
And challenge me…
One day gone
And a dozen more to go…
Sea
sons direct me to the movement of your skin
Blowing through the benevolence of the weekends
As I spill into your voice
And wrap me with your smell
Seeing the seasons change like the
Paint that drips from my walls of thought
like an ocean of you and the sentences
I sought
that filter through
like a melody of rivers
when I gaze into the bodies
I swim and the one
I need and want – is you…
Filled with the moment of annoyances
And all around single-celled bodies
That I just want to scream through
Like a little daunting bark
That never seems to bite
In a tolerable pattern of shit
And a dollar for everyone
That cares…
Rambling in my ear
The voices of one, two or
More of nothingness that
Some thrive on
And what embodies
Importance makes me cringe
When I look out…
With the proverbial high fives
I see the lies and the smiles that
All intersect the wrongs with the rights-
Reads shimmering thoughts that see you and all
Your brilliant lights-
Fountains waning through the societal
Half-assed
Truths-
and through it all –
I see you…
how many times can one be so cradled
by the luggage of your mind
in a world of victims and green lit sunsets –
that all have a past and something used
to fault our own securities
but I’m not the angry girl
that can cradle her life away
in a world that defines living by a prison of the minds.
I’m just not going to attach to that bandwagon
of penises and useless agendas
and the heart-shattered manholes that somehow
I’ve climbed out of
and watch through the awakening of my eye
and wonder where do I go from here…
hands on my thigh
rhetorical questioning that speaks volumes to the wetness
surging through my veins
like a bottle of cum
screaming your cock
I can’t wait to see
the weight of your chest
grazing my voice
throbbing your gorgeous name
singing inside my oceans
swimming, floating
you
inside
fuck
me
now…
to rid the hide of the shallow-ville pride
cradling the breath that I see
only one foundation
squirting thoughts all over your luscious smile
to shout the rest of how I can’t imagine
the secrets that don’t go further
than my allusive door
loosening my bra
to undo the music
that I soak in
on your cushioned floor
at night when it’s just me
and the sound of my
naked mind…
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