Your steady & static structures
complete my organic, messy mindset;
give me room to grow,
with your stability.
And as I reach for the stars,
hidden in your eyes,
I reach for words
to get me one step closer
to this annihilation.
And in your glasses,
I perceive fate’s foreign body
and know there is entanglement
between us from before birth
that will linger and far outweigh
our lifespan.
Dear, one and only
ball of fire that beckons me
to collide with,
and I watch as gravity
descend on us.
Whole bodies lost in flames,
devoured by a necessity for
consummation. We grew in groves
beneath the broad branches.
And as the utter immobility
of love’s regressive pull
sets in on me, a collapse
into the deeper parts of her.
He was waiting
in the end,
watching for my
every movement
to be based around
his hypothesis.
And yet I flew,
I drifted deep
beyond the point
of no return,
carrying with me
your conjectures
& hypotheses.
Flocks of geese de
Your steady & static structures
complete my organic, messy mindset;
give me room to grow,
with your stability.
And as I reach for the stars,
hidden in your eyes,
I reach for words
to get me one step closer
to this annihilation.
And in your glasses,
I perceive fate’s foreign body
and know there is entanglement
between us from before birth
that will linger and far outweigh
our lifespan.
Dear, one and only
ball of fire that beckons me
to collide with,
and I watch as gravity
descend on us.
Whole bodies lost in flames,
devoured by a necessity for
consummation. We grew in groves
beneath the broad branches.
And as the utter immobility
of love’s regressive pull
sets in on me, a collapse
into the deeper parts of her.
He was waiting
in the end,
watching for my
every movement
to be based around
his hypothesis.
And yet I flew,
I drifted deep
beyond the point
of no return,
carrying with me
your conjectures
& hypotheses.
Flocks of geese descend on Earth.
The cacophony of it
disrupts my previously stable
articles of faith;
Remembering before the
easy light’s passage
into my crystal clear
formation of ideologies.
We ran through fields
of frosted earth & grasses,
the cool, wet bite of it.
Now we trod through the mire,
slowly, methodically pacing
between laps. Going nowhere.
Tracing the steps we’ve walked
a thousand times.
Whenever your cat comes crawling through
my window; I rehearse a serenade
for the two of them.
Little lost souls
scraping glass
shards against the
window pane.
I succumbed to your
regressions; I thought through
the realities of our
dissociative permutations.
Whenever your bottles drop
on the hard, wet concrete;
splintering open cysts; splitting
open scabs & scars;
Dropping time’s clockwork
mechanisms and shattering
the fluid motion of the stars
in their circumferences.
Fluoride masks; cerebral hemispherical disks,
contracts & certifiable systems.
You took from me the nails by which
I hung up the portraits of our last kiss.
And now the pictures, fading from my memory;
do what you will with this eternity.
For I will
oversee my
shadows fall;
I will drop
a narcissistic
glance beyond
our canopy.
I’ll wait in the parking lot,
full of people, full of automobiles,
full of everything BUT literature
and the muse.
I’ll wait there, in the cold, dead air.
Crafted knives;
spherical paralysis,
bent on conquest & creativity’s demise,
I bend my head to hear the bleeding out
of stars; of silence, of death. Of complementarity.
I sew my cradle’s stems & beads;
somewhere in the system,
I am tethered to a number,
an identifier; my identity is now
ingrained within the system’s eyes.
And yours too,
we’re both marked.