she says to him, “i want to have your puppies.”
she’s the dream that you cannot wake up out of, the name stitched underneath your tongue. and you wish you could hold her, you wish you could open her up. you want to find where all the passion comes from, how it pours out of her, even when she sleeps. how her eyes pierce you suddenly, nail you into place, make you swollen and hard and urgent and forgetful of all the tenderness you’ve mustered.
he says to her, “i’m not some sort of animal, really i’m not.”
and she laughs, “oh baby, but ain’t you just meant to be?”
Category Archives: internals
thoughts, musings, life, etc
the summer wanes
the nights inch their way up your spine, they tingle and whisper and sweep across your eyes. as the summer draws to a close, it’s the heat that first leaves. it chills and you never notice it until you step in the void it has left. suddenly, like a promise never kept. you laugh, where did the summer go? where has all the heat gone? you settle down on the bench, hands on your knees. so foolish, you shake your head. there’s night on the horizon and it’s coming for you. and the fall, and further still, the winter. full of ice and snow and hard wind. even then, even with all the dead leaves, something of this left, something of this that will never leave. and the summer goes without ever saying goodbye.
bee stung underfoot
it flew up right into her tiny foot and she panicked she said ow ow ow and it was stuck between the sandal and her sole and it stung the crap out of her she yelped in pain her bottom lip quivering you poor thing and i looked at her face i said let me look at your face and i was looking for swelling i was looking to see if she could still breathe and i asked her can you talk to me can you breathe and i was sure she didnt understand the question but she nodded anyway so brave up in my arms holding her so tight trying to calm her down so brave her lip still quivering ow ow ow and hugging me tight to make it go away i couldn’t take away the pain but i could make sure she could breathe i could make sure it would be alright
always and forever
always and forever is just that, always always always. loving you always until forever, until the skin grows old, until the bones turn to dust. forever spinning outward through time, my limbs entwined in yours, my hand perpetually on your cheek, looking at eyes that look at mine as if for the first time. there have been such rocks before us, jagged and uneven, such rough patches of road where there appeared no respite. and yet here we are. five years later, over a decade later, here we are, still struggling to make this right, still finding something worthy, again and again, everyday, to say to each other gladly and without hesitation, always and forever, forever and always.
everywhere i go
everywhere i go, i honestly have no idea what i am doing there.
revel, revile
there are times i do not know if i should revel in my inhumanity or if i should revile it.
and even worse, sometimes, i just feel nothing at all.
scramble
And sometimes it feels like breaking, like I’m scrambling
for pieces and they are all the wrong one, I don’t know
how to make them fit, I don’t know how to make myself
fit into you anymore and I want to, I so want
to, I’ve lost so much, I’ve already lost the pieces
that should matter, does it even still
matter that i lost you
it doens’t matter what
it doesn’t matter what or how you put it down, only that you
put
it
down
put it to rest, keep it restless, keep the fingers moving, in and out of here, in and out of the page, the screen
whatever this is
it doesn’t matter, the act matters, the fact of the act
the who you be when you’re no longer me
some cracked mosaic
all these little fragments of a life real and imagined, of writing and the joy of it, of loose talk and even looser words, of half thoughts, half scenes, of couples on the rocks, of lovers on the mend, of gangsters and killers and clowns as children, of angst ridden poets, all of you, some shattered whole, some cracked mosaic, and i am happy in that, to have found you again my dear, dear old friend. you never did abandon me, and i had thought i could go on without you.
ever go away
and there are times when the skin is so thin and so real that i rake it over and over to get at what’s inside, to peel it off and see what’s inside, to separate the meat from the bone to feel what’s inside and all i find in myself are maggots and shit and despair like some new tomorrow will never come, like all the world’s roses are perched thorns out from under my chin, like the pressure in my head will never abate, will never grow tired, will never grow old, will never ever go.