8

you sigh
and as if the air was filled
with hydrogen
your breath emits combustion
and fire snakes throughout the room
but no one gets burned.

7

his eyes lined with purple
transparent and not opaque
is it exhaustion
or blue veins?
long black eyelashes embark;
perfect parabolas
they spark the idea
of eyelash-root-pain.

on the bus,
crowded,
the air is thick
disgusting.
you watch the man in his mirror
and the girl pictured next to him
in reality, behind him.
she smiles at the world outside
she smiles from her thoughts.
similar in comparison to another
similar in aesthetic distaste.
you marvel at her.

you marvel at the man as well
his face a permanent frown,
slightly different from every other day
his face does not mirror (in the mirror)
the names of children
written along his bus.

it doesn't match up.

i see you little star

a distant star
or planet or plane
reflected through the window in the mirror
a fake justification of light
refracted image of reality
a real life copy
a real life fake
a frightening amount of lightyears away.

it seems to be getting closer
it seems to blush when i look into its eyes

if we were to determine its gender
from it's color
characteristics, size
personality
would we say male
or female?

would we sweet talk it
like it was a plant?
bid our breath
to paint it's exhale
onto each sunburst
each skin melting celcius point?

i would hug it like an old friend
breathe deep to evoke a scent
heat my arms to such a
degree
that they exist
no more.

school work

Entering,
It backsplashes
Coils like a snake
Or smoke billowing.
It spreads its body
But never dissipates
Multiplying like a disease
Encompassing pure, clear beauty.
A solid mass
But separate in sight.

Another enters,
Sinks,
Grows still
But backwards,
And aged man shrinking.
Midlife crisis.
Acne.
Fetus: umbilical cord
Intact.

It grows
Like a trees roots
Or vines crawling
Spreading like butter
Over bricks.

Mini atomic clouds bloom
A flower spreading its petals
Yearning towards the sun.
Smiling.
It is reproduction in motion.
Something solid, small
Growing, thinning
Into something much greater
But far more transparent.
Fare more dull.

Past it is nothing.
It’s form obscures the world
Around you.
Captures your eyes
And averts them from reality.
It’s current essence
Reflecting a sliver by the base
Refracted
But encased
In the diseases perfect captor.

The two evils dance together
Bow and become one.
Now the mix,
Too dark, too ugly
You see your world
Completely encased
Leaving you solely one mind
In a room of
White.

lip sore

i will never surpass anyone else.
i am a one and they are all tens.

back stiff, waterlogged 4x4
slightly bent.

a dividend, a separator
perpendicular to each eyebrow
perfectly vertical
your line of symmetry.

personality flaw
a fault
a weigh you drag along
the scale to someone self conscious
success to the last born

it hangs by a flesh hook on your wrist
it's jealousy perhaps
selfdoubtinconsistency.
who knows.

it doesn't hurt
but it's constantly pulling you
down.
down and to the left

procrastinator

time spent