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Month: January, 2013

YOU

Me and the cigarettes miss YOU
I eat glass to get my mind off YOU
“YOU” my favorite word lately
Its pathetic watching me try to grasp YOU
As YOU slip through my fingers
Liquid gold woman
YOU burn so hot
YOU’re that cold sting that confuses skin
my love for YOU is
this tense mid body glow
that feels so static
These last few moments
in our relationship
have been ones of self-discovery
It’s always about ME

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Brainwave Transitions (Spoken Word)

Give Me Something

give me something
new to cover up my confused skin
give me something
I do not have to work for
give me something more

give me something
made of glass
so I at least have to pretend
to be careful when
I hold it in my claws
glass trinkets that look like you
are neglected during transport

the bubble wrap
is not around your figure
but instead
around my dignity

the bubble wrap
protects my kidneys from
the onslaught of knives

the blade made of black hair
and the
handle of ivory and faux care

pour me a glass
of your insecurities so
I may ad it to my cauldron
of unobtainable dreams and snoring hopes
it tastes like blood
and looks like a circular mirror

Wharf

My heart
explodes in
Tofino

wandering around at
a quarter
to two
in the off season
looking for
a cigarette
to calm my senses

my mind has gone
numb with pure
love

magnetic
red stones
lips to lips

My heart
explodes in
Tofino

Carry me Smoky

degenerates swirl
together
in a cluster
like galaxies
floating
down
a gutter

buttoned up
hangovers
eclipse
whatever day it
is on the calendar

the morning cigarette
resets the ugly
trend that will
carry me smoky
back towards the night

Propaganda Dream Triangles

existential mind tangles
go look at the sky
propaganda dream triangles
surrender my vibrating self
to all that is real
which at this point in
time
we are not quite sure of
grab a drink
smoke
and think
go look at the sky
when my imaginary
problems arise
face to moon
nighttime thought
spirals dislocate
the blanket covering
my noticeable illusions
of grey matter
machines I have
believed to be true

Some Hearts

Some hearts
you never
get to touch

but it is
an honour to
watch them from
a very close distance

there they are
dancing in
your arena
so pretty and red

it’s important
that she experience
my heartbreak through
Her eyes
across the table

why does she give
me a beer?
and
Her shoulders
so innocent and white

Wrists

We had to
stop talking
because…

You had to
stop sleeping
in my arms
because…

I had to
leave
because..

I was
starting to
love you
because

in the mornings
you sat on
my back
like a little frog
because

you liked to
kiss the back
of my neck
because

you liked being
cute and falling
into something
greater than this reality

we were just
too much alike

we would have
destroyed
each other

Treble

imagination and creativity are g-d
swirling above your
head
heavenly hurricane

revelations that make your
paintbrush dance
unpredictable
rainbow strokes
of freedom

unbelievable
drawings possessed
by the momentary
treble
flowing salient
through
your gray matter

But Then it Strikes

here is to ending
those
early awkward moments

silence spent
feeling
for the next
mildly related
topic of conversation

staring straight

not getting a vibe

because we are looking for
the vibe

but then it
strikes
and the avalanche
of our
consciousness
is continued

this is why ‘we’ work
we both press play
your finger on
top
of mine.