Can I tell you the truth?


Can I tell you the truth?

Sit
down
and
talk
about
how
to
use
me

Stand
Up
And
Accept
the
position
That
I
Earned
But
Gave
you
For
Free

On
My
Knees
To
view
the
full
amount
of
time

I
Don’t
know
How
to
Rhyme
And
I
Don’t
know
How
to
Write

All
You
Saw
In
Me
Was
The
Fight

Are
You
a
Cannibal
Or
A
Real
Human
Animal
Bug
Bite
Me

Swollen
Mounds
Of
Ice

Squared
But
Cubed
And
Rubber
Stamped
Flesh

No
Regrets

Only
Erased
Flesh
That’s
why
You
Can’t
Even
See
Me

Machete
Maiden
And
Naughtiness

Masochistic
And
Down
To
Bones

Is
Where
I
Get
Comfortable

And
I
Have
No
Time
for
Comfort

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Bo^ite


Bo^ite

Entered,
Naked,
Covered in sunshine,
And swagger
Hands shaking
To the
vibration
Of the moon
Waterfall sedation
Put your jazz
Hands,
Back in my pockets,
They’re your pockets too
Rewind, then
Fast forward
A Life
slaughtered,
Awkward,
Tortured,
A walking clue
A peaceful,
Passive,
Ideal,
And I am
Disrespectful too,
yet,
Quiet in a church,
Whispering,
Patience,
Virtuous echo…
Hello, hello…
Is there anyone
Inside this surface
That we knock upon so
Quietly?
Don’t hide
from me,
Fragrance
Of
Candy & Divinity
Sound of
Angels & Harps,
Dripping,
Hearts
of Scarlet
Red
lightening,
Synaptic
pulse,
Hulk…
the same
Color as
Your blacks
and my blues,
When,
This,
is
just
getting started.
Your mile,
was my yard stick.
Seas
we parted…
Climbing up
The plank,
Gazing…
Reflecting,
on Plato
I don’t
see your
HALO.
What’s for dinner?
Fuck if I know…
Got a potato chip
On my shoulder,
An anchoring
Wait.
Driving 100
Eyes closed,
Fate,
Is
Listening
To
Me…

So I own it.

To be a poet,
Is
to conflate,
Gold Debris
in moments.
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Loose Cannons


Whose blood would I heed to transfuse,

Who but my muse?

I’m idle, as flowers fall,

This quiet day in spring, the hill is empty.

The people are any,

Thing but a moon in a ditch,

That no one sees

Unless they spin spin spin

360 degrees,

Look at you and look at me,

Laughing at the center that

Was staring at their unease

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