old words revisited

leitmotifs running non-stop in my head;
melted vinyl records.
over and over and over and over,
the glamorization of drug addiction.
film strips rolling before my eyes
make me forgetful.
can't wake the sleeping baby to ask
his opinion.
while the time-cat sits
wistfully in fur-coated
wisdom.

brain non-functional
and skin split open
to let the demons in.

endless tunnel vision.
reverberating hollow sounds
into concentric infinity.

i am alone.

shh.
still can't wake the sleeping baby,
cuz he'll spit acid
like a sprinkler quenching
mid july greenery.

just keep telling the
vanishing pigment face
that it will be okay.
kiss his face when no one looks
and disappear without a trace.

all the while
the Light One loves unintentionally.
but you still react,
muscle memory.

i want to see you

i once believed that i had restraint.

stood atop an elevated plot of land,
an acre owned in my name
and laughed at the animals grazing
below me.

came so easily, like second nature
did the ability for my lips
to curl around the letters
"n" and "o".

i see mirrored before me
a twin of my own kind
soggy food trapped beneath
soggier fingernails.

equivalent aversions; similar cynicisms.

simultaneous loneliness

with passion.

Cute quirks a cause for kiss-
ing

but regret for a
lack-there-of.

like paper through a shredder
goes my thin frame
at the sight of you, so close
across the room,
untouchable.

tick tick tick tick

you can flick your cigarettte
easier than you can
flick your blinker.

there's a
wall of words

constantly

bubbling behind the barrier
between

throat and tongue
(it's touching the epiglottis)

the plane of your face,
two dimensional,
hard as dried cream cheese
(but purer)
is littered with seasonings of
fur.

i wish
to kiss.

familiar forbidden forestry.
i think we share
similar heart tissue.

unless i really am
delusional.

and again

the number eighty winked at me
and there are people trading drugs
in a parking lot
in the smallest town on the seacoast

the sky is
aquatic
mint chocolate chip ice cream
and the trees stretch their
spider fingers
up for a taste