and remember warmth
i could have sworn i wasn't alone
asleep, inside, reborn, wornwe were girls once, following the tepid musings of the ones we sought. when sunshine slept on our eyelids in front rooms, backrooms, and kitchens, our vision was full of motion. our lives were full of brimmed one-sided warmth reflecting the smallness of our backs and our mouths and the things we saw outside our windows. we saw the streets and the dirty cars and the black tar but we didn't think of those. instead, our time dripped silent from the beams of our hair as we braided it down our backs and comforted each other with our arms tucked and folded together, piled.asleep, inside, reborn, worn by ~breathingglassstars
there they were. the boys walked on the outside, laughing flowers and kissi
floods won't forgive the rootsdarling lusts for the blossomingfloods won't forgive the roots by ~breathingglassstars
ruse of her stories to keep her safe
through the rough-edged night
crisped clean in feathers,
dripping dewy from the apple
of her throat.
and how cleansing it must be
to grow old despite the dawn's
ephemeral growth, to make wrinkles
out of youthful sunshine because
she promised her mother to grow old
before she offs herself.
how daring is our darling who
makes these promises like she understands
her way around the circumference of seconds,
thinking living's like counting sheep
before she finally goes to sleep blooming
red under hot water, reminding mother of her
wishes in notes, in thoughts.
he is tokyoa man honks, telling me to move, go,he is tokyo by ~breathingglassstars
speed down long-empty roads until midnight
cracks and the moon sneaks downward, a soldier.
and at the party, he looks at me like
my bones are made of beeswax melting
in candlelight when i see him.
but he constantly wishes for the east
in yellow mornings when he can't speak to me--
he loses his words in a clumsy mess of
syllables and drowns when called to.
i call over balconies, in pale rooms
licked with sunlight, out to the
deserted crawl where he left me.
i am not so fast as a wavelength
condensed in the sea.
his fingers are honeycomb weeping
and undressing me like mad, like he
won't ever get
oh. hi.why don't you spin around, little tree-heartoh. hi. by *hazeltown
smile at the stars & scamper to northern grounds
love yourself like lamp lights licking lonesome
blades of grass creating fiery fields
i can hear your voice i can hear your voice i can hear
you now, i can hear you now, they're all gone
Bad Mouth Habitsi.Bad Mouth Habits by `vespera
I carry God around in my lip like he's chew,
spitting his name out in poems like potholes,
I make everything a simile
for the hold he has on me.
When it comes to men,
I've the appetite of a Roman housewife,
I take, I taste, I tear,
swallow and then then toss up
for the next course.
I don't kiss anyone so dearly
as the glass pipe bridged between lips
Jameson, you're an Irish Lad,
a young ram of bucking proportions,
I let you rattle around my mouth
til I herd you in
Sometimes there's nothing so sweet
as the jack-hammer of angry words
or the steel trap clamp of silence.
I exercise m
slack water spectresthere isslack water spectres by ~KeanuWantRoomService
a calm serenity
in the dying light
of signal flares
like coronal transience
to the twin
with the husks
of falling stars
and we fell