goodness

stark.
learning
nocturnal, eternal talk
we touched
on wisdom teeth,
abcesses
and cavities - pain caused by absence.
sense of self-defenseless
the Venn intersection
of boredom,
a swirl of steadiness
and inebriation.
if the perfect circle is a pearl,
you are the perfect pearl.
concentric
eccentricity in the symmetry
of its arc.
when we’re together
i feel distance
i feel force fields
i am not the enemy
but i guess i remind you of recent trauma.
bombarded
i brush away your guardedness
like loose, used floss.
we walk
past the park.
your strides are marked
instantly parallel and
decently equidistant.
kicking
i don’t discern the caution
unknowing
but i’ll hold the umbrella
that keeps the
conversation going.
show me how you do that trick.

gummy smiles + i used to learn to play the sitar

my arrow has
dissipated
made me quiver
and my predicated oscillations
renounce and
reverb

undelivered elation
vexation is a thorny crown
on a prosthetic head
i.e.,
it pains me to see you feel
nothing.

isn’t that something?

ube + aubergine

studio lights
streamline scar tissue
make-up artist picks up
evian
spritz dew
says
i mist you

dressing room door
askew
begging the question
to enter or
to close

if you ask me,
i’ll eschew

it’s never happening

L is for limelight

my alchemy was absent
and neurons were all firing
in assault
briny, non-pacific
theatri-critical
they rose
in old ways
top-billed in praise
poetic in prose
hypermultitudinal juxtapose

PAUSE.

i love you

STILL.

beneath the myelin
sheath
callosum, the arbiter
has varied
polarity
disparity is null-sparse
dense
i can sense it from
minute one,
my axon intuition rationale anthem

PLAY.

i need my

PILL.

unforgettable

centrifuge of thought, memory
optic stories
scent refuge
auditory tones
repository
of haptic, tactile tomes
and taste, fullness

6th
an extra
sensory perception
rapid eye
inception
vapid ego
deceived
when wakeful
startled like a
rake pull
in fall.
leaves
peeled
summer disappearing
field clearing
fearing the most
a spirit, essence, or ghost
i bereave
cannot feel
i exercise five senses and fail
exhale
the bottom of my nape
has a gala of erect follicle hair
i veer, you’re there
a veneer
out of sight, but not out of mind.

i’m out of mine.
exorcise me.

drunk txt

numeric keypad, mine
qwerty, yours
memory
everything it stores
a night of pilsen, lager, stout
what was your “i love you” all about
words, dimple deep
broken heart
boroughed
before I start
counting sheep

cost
is never knowing the value of
someone till
it’s lost

numeric keypad, mine
qwerty, yours
gripe
maybe I really wasn’t your
type

or ilk
there is
no crying over spilled milk

moo.

untitled

siren wail
whales siring
sperm swim-squirming
short term
millions fail
motile tails
snail away
erring.
Solo,
slowly succeeds
in pairing
splice
curls
doing, done

two become one.

cut

factually
i’ve seen thousands of movies.
but
there are none
that can document
how easy it is to
like you.
or love,
actually.

not hard
take out
my cue cards
for you
to take in.
break out
direct affection
it veils you
in film
harrowing
in the thin afterglow
of a carol,
a maybe-kiss,
loose terms of endearment play,
then walking away.

cliterature

asylum
as i loom
dots of light preen prismatically
through tempered translucent glass
panes
rivulets of rain
your body bends down
crouching
i brace myself, and watch your
slouching
slink into sensual slither
visible, the shadows play
on your decollete
thy beholden shoulders
shy shudders
brought on
by a dusk dry, brisk nimbus breeze
you stand erect
hands eject to grasp
gasping
my vision remains on your chest
stalled
at the feminine rise and fall
veering clear
marvelling at the untied, untidy
tufts and locks
draping on the right clavicle
i recall digging my lips
not so deftly
into your left one
entangled in early embrace
in a place
only we know
block pacing
our mouths never meet, never meant
no
but both bodies bound
the sound of longing
in a slow moan song
a soft smile
no goodbyes
a dog arf
a deep stare
and the memory of losing myself in
your lush, blindfold-scarf
hair.

love, factually

what a waist
the time I’ve spent obtaining
the chance
to get into your pants
has equalled your recent effort in doing so
weighty
i adore it when you don
tight clothing
the path to your heart wasn’t
appeal
it was a meal
esophageal
so many, so much
despite loathing
that not a lot
can stomach it.
waiting
satiate
gorging
forging empathy
i offer my sleeves
not as shoulder tear-tissue
anymore
just something to wipe your mouth
width.

a page of plagiarists

monograms
linked inking
scripted spontaniety
written about you
in moments of mania
bouts of bipolarity
depressed despair
hilarity, homilies
some anomaly
and muted malice.

can you read my writing though?

seemingly smart
quoting from books you’ve scoured
devoured
while in the arms of unnamed
anecdoting
your philosophy framed from
fountains of insight
far from your own
non-fiction flow
though absent is conviction
i’m the last you need to convince,
you know
you’re the first
believe me.

feeble

my arrow has
advice
on my vice admission
claims repetition
should be my reason
instead of contrition.

ease is my issue.

nothing like crab fat

fate made its way
through a fever
like a cleaver
it cut, it halved
us
have you ever felt this way?
fabric seams
unsewn
it seems
we’ve grown
both apart and together
so much we have shared
we’ve tethered
weaved
bespoke sleeved
fit like a hand warmer
heartwarming.

course-altered and code-ciphered
if you were my infant I’d change your diaper
be a chin food wiper
be your calm when your temperature’s hyper
be an arm cushion
be your futon
something solid to curl your feet on
and surrender
be your tenderness
your mender
trouble ender
cease all things that make your forehead crease
lift you up, chest-cuddle and carry
in my limbs, make you burp when necessary
rub the lines on your palm
read them like a psalm
and tell you about destiny.

forceful, full force

fantastic romantic
the notion of
sharing the same big sky
staring, skating
triangulating you, the moon, and me
undulating fantasy.

timing, inconsistent like rhyming
persistent, then not
a parallel rorschach inkblot
your stairway to heaven was bought
me, immaterial
your advantage was fair
my vantage was foul

our imperial star has died
unimplied, imploded from above
thank you, black hole relationship
sincerely, my unrequited love.

fixation

reeling in the year
report
revenue and retinue
round cheeks
rivets on raincoats
runarounds
returing the favor
riding the lightning
reworking the flavor
reuniting
rewording
repel
reflect
rewind
resurrect
referee
referring
red cards
rolling dice
risk/rewards
respect
rest
rout or retreat
rinse and repeat.

the girl with the broken shoes

chocolate
favorite flavor
since mocca
since milk.

silky
smiley snickers
leaves you in stitches
dimples swell
beach spells
by sand witches

enriching
even though
I’ve fallen out of place
like the thong strap
from the top hole of
your left flip-flop
or bottle cap from
the pre-opened
light lager

brokenness
can be repaired

taste
can be replaced.

auspicious?

thunder
thumpers threateningly.
thoughts - about being
this year’s
thanksgiving
turkey.
tricky wishbone,
torn, becomes
toothpick thorny.
though
tempers thaw
through throngs of
thoughtful songs.
thickets.

cleft chin & widow’s peak

never held your hand
only the wrist and a bit of
forearm skin
never shared a meal
just two glasses of water
and shots aquamarine
never had serious talks
only digital messaging
smiley fonts
never spent a whole day with you
limited to thoughts
and spirit haunts.

desperation & pop music

Gloves are off
Bandages and bare bone
A sport of hurting
Broken flesh, blood spurting
Sullen punching
Hunching on ropes
Round and round
Hit the ground running
Fight it out
Don’t wait for the bell to save you.

imperfecture

dimply
the way golf balls are dented
to make them glide longer
imputed to
stronger drives.
not a simple stray skill
to go from still
to far route.
a round, rough texture
resolute
a sphere with concave pits;
its uneven architecture,
in truth
and in a certain way,
is cute.