sharks

Sensing fear
The toothy predator
Of love entanglement
Peeled skin of the past
Where other fingers
Crushed your heart
Just a little
Then a little more
I'm not them

still

I want to know what you think
Seven tracks laid
All running at the same time
But I still want to know
Still
My words are relentless
Relentlessly sculpting truth
Finding the forms that long
For understanding
I want to know you
Under covers of safe
Cushioned breathable air
Breathing your air
Still
Locomotion chisel chipped
I find a frustration of nothing
A library full of secrets
Red clay and charcoal
And draw my own conclusions

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too bad
boys
don't like kisses
that's all
I think about

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his breath
hot
condensed on her neck
the twist
in her leg

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she drank
the sun
from glasses
made of cooled lava
love

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fingers drag
crossing your skin
lips find lips
under the sunshine
of night

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emotion compressed
the outside apathy
seals in wax
the future
I can't do

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nomad
I've searched
a thousand years
under clouds
for you

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your words
rubbed together
starting fire
deep within
this chilled heart

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the evolution
of my hands
life and love lines
knuckles bent smooth
slipping beneath your sheets

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chilled sea foam
summer warm in overcast tides
touching the sky
rippled motion
I send you my wake

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I
a sliver
between water and sky
holding the moon
before the sun

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four paws
dug in sand
playing tug-o-war
with sea foam
waves

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this love
paper thin
and led by a string
I love you
kite

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waxing poetic love
my thoughts
railing against my own truth
I sacrifice myself
to my potential

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my capitalist fingers
type in easily understood
syllables
all for sale
my quantifiable assumptions

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forgotten
the dusted wayside
rolls me up
only to repeat this salt flat
tomorrow, too

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an exploration
in solitude
silent vows
in silence
I'm cloistered

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starfish curve
texture of time
the sea
created me
to give you wishes

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my eyes
move the length
of rosemary blades
tiny blue flowers
ignite

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I want to make bees
from scratch
layering the yellows
and browns
all the way to stinger

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my last breath of air
said the lungfish
settling in mud
she released
and fell away

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spinning eels
packed like wolves
hidden feast
surrounded by skin
fresh water

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and sometimes
sometimes I think
no, he's not into me
what am I hoping for
but then he speaks to me

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and sometimes
sometimes I think
I'll fit in his hands
perfectly
before slipping through his fingers

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and sometimes
sometimes all I want
I think
is for him to say, again
that he wants me

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maybe my heart will stop
beating silent
behind shatterproof walls
if only to stop
unrequited love

unforgetting

Unforgetting
The rotation of words
Hot wind
Brushing across the top
Of earth
And northern seas
Exchanged breath
And foreplay
Of skin never worn
Unforgetting
The inseparable links
And romantic discharge
It was perfect
Until it was not
(triangles never are)
Steamed into clouds
Every hidden thought,
Accepted madness
Were rolled waves
Over sand grains
Filtered to the center of earth
Of me
Then nothing
Unforgetting
Of untold shifts
The sobs and gasps
Of one person
For one person
Wet eyed reflection
The disappearance of words
Then nothing
Like wind
But never forgotten

selection of unrelated 5 lined poems 4.0

breathing
in this infertile
toxic wasteland
the sun rises
again

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I fall
with the speed
of dried pulp
only
to be let down

selection of unrelated 5 lined poems 3.0

I am here
unending form
like ballet
without the grace
and pink

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never your mother
slack legged
in spread delight
the familial disease
every generation

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locked
in viral circulation
thin hollowed metal
extracts
all the red

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hours old
swift arson
her melted gray matter
dissolves
hopeless opinions

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the days
of nightgowns
and
bunny slippers
never existed

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I crumple up
love
and journal pages
for you
to the wastebasket

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refusal
love
that never was
lingers
just past the blade

selection of unrelated 5 lined poems 2.0

space of a card
the fifty second
spoke spun
her green bike
mesmerizes the intersection

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she foraged the forest floor
beneath the rug
sand swept shores
coconut crabs
bask in blue

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every first friday
to look at you
a perfect canvas
colors in your texture
my interactive art

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the tide pools
of her coastline
their ebb and flow
of salted waters
beneath his fingers

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flex of breath
into her
she stripped him
of concrete
and stone

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her hair
fell across his shoulder
leaving echoes
of time
in his ear

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curdled milk
in stretched heat
rising steam
from cement bowls
leafed spoons never hold up

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dipping my toes
in the sun
endless ripples
circle out
meeting the green lights of sky

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her lips
pronounced
in shadows
of red
and guilt

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unfurled
fern leaves
left spring
with rain
the time in his hands

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these five lines
blueprint designed
from conception
to fruition
have nothing to do with you

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his photos
floor scattered
wooden sepia colors
blur
the edges

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we had drinks
off warm flesh
every lick of thirst
slips across
our wet skin

change

She shed her skin
Like tears
But it was
Never
That easy

ribbons

Striped stockings
Tied at the knee
Each ribbon
Undone
Like a gift at Christmas

bealtaine

Swallowing juniper's smoke
Devil divided by fire
We become pure
From greening pastures
To the roots of history

trying to wake up

Plucked out
From swampy peet
Taking deep breaths
Like a newborn
Smacked on the ass
So worldly and wise
I thought of me
So open and curious
I thought of me
But my foolish skin
Constricts muscles
In untidy messes
Feet stuck
In untimely murk
¤
My rounded tongue
Wrap old words
In unfamiliarity
Syllabic gifts
To the humiliation
Of not living up to...
Or just not living
So stupid and repulsive
I think of me
So brilliant and creative
I think of me
Still trying to decide
I burn in my own bubble
Never noticing
The tremendous white moths
Fanning any passion's flames

greased

Men
They think they can fly
Spilled blood
Of contrived histories
Fill polished silver
My last breath
Is air in bubbles
Thoughts on paper
Never realizing purity
In every soul raped
Under that same moon
That put us here
Tethered in escapeless rotation
The endless joke
On me
In clenched throats
And between reddened teeth
Life swallows
One at a time
Beads and stones
Pass hand to greased hand
Like gods

what she said

Her graveled voice left with a sigh
Musket ball speed and tailed fire
For every cloud passed, her voice grew
Dimmer, each pebble a young death
If it was shame, she felt undone
Buttons melted under heat lamps
Lava filled her expecting throat
The scratch of her trigger finger
Forced dry dusted eyes to naught shut
She spoke with an itch a foot wide
But still, her sigh paved the way out

a toast to now and then

Boot print skid
Through brown vomit
Third stall from the left
Porcelain white
The girl's bathroom
Stained with angst
And sadness
Her pasted face
And dirty fingers
Sink held
Like a jungle sloth
My latex bleached hands
Resurrect memories
Twenty years gone
Watching her stumble
Melt away
Into a puddle
Of whatever alcohol she could get

chocolate

Circumference of his smile lies
Holding a deeply held truth
Over tiny weaknesses
Courage was not his strong suit
Old patterns circular bounce
Leeching every darkened ounce
Archaic desires, foil wrapped
Tucked between marrow and bone
Existing in defiance

fabric making

Shades of green
Drift from her
In undersea waves
A handmade dress
Patchworked jealousy
From late night
Glassy eyes
Woven for him and
Frayed at her ankles
She collects
Threads of regret
With numb, calloused fingers
Rebraiding all the nonsense
Into wings

footing

When you said,

"I love the sound of your voice."

I float
For a moment
Dandelion fluff

Over the edge
Cliffs shrink
I find a current of air

The world beneath
Anything's possible
Blended colors of my sea

Rush of water
Under foot
I try to land. Squarely.

Past rivers rush
Breezed spring persistence
My footing on slipped bank

The conversation continues.

evolution

The lies
We tell
Ourselves
Making everything
Okay

Searching
The venom
Of like minds
Heat
Seeking missles

Sucking
Through
Straws, sweet
Conformity
In the margins

The slight
Bounce
Of the skull
On our own
Poison

Crush... crush
Evolution
Between
Calloused skin
And the growth of change

billet doux

Typing to the end of the page
Half inked letters
Ribboned metal to paper
Swinging little trebuchets
¤
I love you
She says in her dreams
Carriage return
Playing lettered keys like d'ivoire
¤
Transparent pulp
Felt deep with eyes closed
Shaped with hard black lines
Aide-mémoire for shiny new love
¤
The space bar lay still
Horizontal hesitation
Paper finger holding each word
Un point c’est tout