How much of my memories are real? How much are fabrication– grown up by repetitive word vomit? I used to lick up the vomit without thinking; but now I’m thinking, and I notice the taste cleaving to my tongue. How much of my past did you make up? Who can I believe? Not myself.
Category Archives: Free Verse
Sincerely though, Thank You For Your Consideration
Words form sentences, sentences form paragraphs– page upon page my heart bleeds and for you there is a disconnect, so you pass on my manuscript. Either I’m a bad writer, or you just don’t feel me– You don’t feel me, bruh. I know what I’m all about.
They don’t know shit
“Nothing lasts forever,” they say. But who the fuck are they? They don’t know me– Don’t know you… Obviously.
“I look like a twat in a jumpsuit.”
Once upon a time, I knew the taste of your sweat-slick skin. I don’t miss the salt I’ve forgotten, but I do like knowing I did know, once upon a time when my propensity to buck propriety gave us permission to behave like proper twats.
Lies Anxiety Tells Her
“You’re not smart enough,” Anxiety tells her. On a good day, my girl, she knows better. But something will happen– Something must always happen– Ill happenstance Hungry Anxiety pulls her in tight And my sweet baby believes Anxiety is right. Lost in the terrific maw, her heart rages Against the ugly, hateful, deceitful mirages– Against theContinue reading “Lies Anxiety Tells Her”
I don’t hate you, I hate myself instead because indifference is something that escapes me daily. You’ve set up shop inside my head, busy with your hammer and nails; it’s your new occupation, knocking down walls–building a bigger space for you to inhabit because I never could offer enough of myself. I’m not even yours,Continue reading “because indifference”
marry me in the clouds–cumulus just the two of us naked and bayked ‘neath the sun godlike in the firmament permanent fixtures in the sky high mellow babes golden and laughing a honeymoon forever lover, won’t you marry me in the clouds?
Change Your Mind
It’s okay to change your mind– Only the arrogant, and those Willfully ignorant will not. It’s okay to change your mind.
The Right To Live
You have the right to hate me, but I have the right to shelter to food, and clean water. I have the right to walk to school, or church, or the market– the right to be godless, to be gay, to wear what I want. You have the right to hate me, but I haveContinue reading “The Right To Live”
Goodbye To No One
I don’t weep for No One– No, not anymore. ‘Cause now I’m in love with Someone, And Someone loves me back. One day No One will get a fucking life– Forget me. I hope.