IN THE MIRROR OF YOU with ME

you[1]:           explain to me enunciation:
                       how the wind blows
                       amongst the pines

                       and the sun setting,
                       touches the ocean.

                       I remember you telling me:

                       “dense clouds promise
                       new life for the garden.”

 

me[2]:           your hair was long
                      during this conversation:

                     thick curls tickling
                     my forehead at your embrace.           
                     
                     …trying to
                     instantiate our love for the northern pacific,

                    naked,

                    in January.
                   
                   speaking in tongues

                   while shivering
                   wet

 

 
 
 
 


[1] me.

[2] you.

desertface

The desertface
comes

in form of one pale intrusion

it speaks in mild refrains
and in silence

dis-closing itself:
a world
of ambiguity

not unlike
the blank spaces
between words

remains

unaccountable to violences
of explanation

still invites
measuring to no end

as though still
there

to witness
without recourse
and

closure

DECEPTION LAKE

we heard each other crying.

I saw OUR face.

you knew there was a fire;
I didn’t.

your face became enflamed,
for no reason.

I learned from you, linguistics:
how to be fooled,
how to pretend at love,
and
most importantly…

how to be satisfied.

watching your face melt,

I realized Plato never existed.

DEPARTURE

take me with you,

            my love.

On  paradigms,

            we pre-set:

            according to plan—

Ours!…

            not the world.

            you remember when we played on the jungle gym?

that is when you loved me.

WHISPERS IN THE GRAVEYARD

birthed from the swamp:
adapting translucent motherly advice.

episodic rumble, as if you were god—

we found salvation
away from the ONE.

we lived for sound,
playing for smiles
to avoid the beating.

we made peace over a pipe
and committed to friendship—blindly.

blindness led to disavow
amongst interrupted heartbeats. 

tender skull present

mistaking tears for
the act of forgetting,
nature always kept
our souls in tact.

all is well amongst comrades:
we avoided silence in the grave,
between dirt,
not of our choosing.

 

 

FASCIST SEX

awaiting the chance of seasons,

crisp air—falling leaves:
a renewed urgency
to abstain from mediocrity,

            characterized by the freshly pressed dollar bill.

to be, very.

very, silently and poor…

…to be very alone
amongst shadows
of enlightenment…

[one finds themselves bored with traditional money]

…the natural order of things

solemnly offers a chaos.

she spoke words of love
while touching me like a pre-pubescent dream.

the body bleeds
for this.

varied memorizations:
sounds of skin touching.