the sundown hot rocks

Sometimes when I want to feel the weight of metal crushing bone
when the ambers up & I'm alone, my skulls observing their ways home
theres a man in a parked car pushing his face into a candy bar
my drilled walls have their imperfections, like each alone has his obsessions
you're just a sweating image on wooden floorboards too far away to see me sigh

Hear water sneaks through, I've got to let it in
& step back to watch you walk that road rubbed underfoot
& the places where they skin you & leave hot rocks inside
& where they taste you & judge you & you feel alive
& where the sun goes down different every sky
I just want to be in those places at one time
close enough to hear you sigh.

man/otter/boy

While you are in the kitchen I am wide eyed sleeping
on another plane I feel you walking in me

there’s a ticking at the window
and cars crash on the outside
but we’re inside my head
You are drinking up the goats milk
filling up that white glass

but I can’t leave the bed

there’s familiarity in all our foreign fixtures

the salt gets into me & seagulls call their sisters

outside dark that knows us both
we get scared under our coats
but waters in our ears

The ride will rub it off us
and jump into a steamy
mist to disappear

You are close to me and features all go fuzzy
sometimes you cant see, this book is oh so muddy

the otter rubs his whiskers

deep into her body

and she is fully dressed
with every bit of happy
he slaps at a mosquito
her blood is all that’s left

“Spill some more red wine, you’ve got to use your poncho”
Look up at the sky and see the washing floating

I just love this game
I go insane
but I was unprepared

lets get out into the big world
and lets put on a show girl
cause we don’t fit in here.

fast poetry

touch the paintings which shift into colours

and theres tiles this place is ugly and bare

we live without water

but we are water

and the stink wafts ugly and black

like a cloud but our heads are outside

we belong in these forests

these forests of life

who protect us

with their limbs

but we go for the future

recklessly wandering the cities

without emotion

numbly floating

to a destination outside our hearts

sexually following a state of emergency

our ears explode

to an ocean which calls us in

to protect

what exists in these heads

is more or less the same

why do they move the way they do

these little cities

powering inside our brains

so much in the dark

with no violins playing

anymore.

no music to build suspense

just some silence

which spins figures in the sky.