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with windows opening like camisoles
kissing faces, kissing
names crying and carrying the breeze
over
and over the way, red painted steps
lusty footprints bellowing
across dampened ground
imprints opening like
tunneled out places like
fine grains ground in hollowed stones
searching
squealing and breaking
measured in decibels and
crucibles and glistening yellows.
i am a mountaintop reaching
peaking, reeking, bathing in a
trippling pool of your sweat, i
i am a simple swimming cell singly
caterwauling in trembles
lost in bass clef, low res, limelight by
frugal tones, washed out, drowned down,
splattered and slathered and i,
i am a teeter-totter careening, banked
belayed off plastic walls, waking
basest capillaries rising to your
thought of me.
hardest rhythms pounding pituitary melodies
sounding in my belly, beached, burning with
strong pulses fighting each other like they
fight the end of nighttime light fighting
certain doomed bliss fighting
everything you'll miss when you look at me that way
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rain is my ambition
my complex, that thing i do
i thunder and a cry and shriek and shake
toe-curled fists at the skies
while they bear and bear but tear and spill
and wash up and up and up.
i cling to the mythologies and catastrophies that
make me be this
personified clasp this
projection of
flavors. i cling and clamp on that
wisp of embarrassment, hidden frills
swept under billowing skirts
hide my eyes and feel one watching me anyway.
i bake my legs in centrifuge
i wrap my knees in unborn bark chips
scathed and scarred, scraping the breadth
the distance between me and
the sagging ineptitude of space
vacuuming and wringing out the intricacies of
perfumed touch, convulsing
tired eyes and tired minds surrendering the qualitative nuisances
and nuances with dignity and poise.
corrupting the silence of this space, i thunder
i'm under flood, i'm floating
against the currents and against the time and against the
nervous chimes burgeoning from these speakered walls
beating soundless beauty bringing
lightened flashes, springing from wetted lashes leading
that gaze upon which i graze and then devour
chilled luminosity, melted epithets lost in crescendo.
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its been so long since i've written, ya'll. there you go.
with windows opening like camisoles
kissing faces, kissing
names crying and carrying the breeze
over
and over the way, red painted steps
lusty footprints bellowing
across dampened ground
imprints opening like
tunneled out places like
fine grains ground in hollowed stones
searching
squealing and breaking
measured in decibels and
crucibles and glistening yellows.
i am a mountaintop reaching
peaking, reeking, bathing in a
trippling pool of your sweat, i
i am a simple swimming cell singly
caterwauling in trembles
lost in bass clef, low res, limelight by
frugal tones, washed out, drowned down,
splattered and slathered and i,
i am a teeter-totter careening, banked
belayed off plastic walls, waking
basest capillaries rising to your
thought of me.
hardest rhythms pounding pituitary melodies
sounding in my belly, beached, burning with
strong pulses fighting each other like they
fight the end of nighttime light fighting
certain doomed bliss fighting
everything you'll miss when you look at me that way
x-2
>>
>>
>>>
>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>>
rain is my ambition
my complex, that thing i do
i thunder and a cry and shriek and shake
toe-curled fists at the skies
while they bear and bear but tear and spill
and wash up and up and up.
i cling to the mythologies and catastrophies that
make me be this
personified clasp this
projection of
flavors. i cling and clamp on that
wisp of embarrassment, hidden frills
swept under billowing skirts
hide my eyes and feel one watching me anyway.
i bake my legs in centrifuge
i wrap my knees in unborn bark chips
scathed and scarred, scraping the breadth
the distance between me and
the sagging ineptitude of space
vacuuming and wringing out the intricacies of
perfumed touch, convulsing
tired eyes and tired minds surrendering the qualitative nuisances
and nuances with dignity and poise.
corrupting the silence of this space, i thunder
i'm under flood, i'm floating
against the currents and against the time and against the
nervous chimes burgeoning from these speakered walls
beating soundless beauty bringing
lightened flashes, springing from wetted lashes leading
that gaze upon which i graze and then devour
chilled luminosity, melted epithets lost in crescendo.
>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<
its been so long since i've written, ya'll. there you go.