Naked Poetry

For 6 years & 1 life.

Loved. Not fully loved. Loved for life.

“I can’t stop speaking love songs against you,”

Circle horse. Linksters Tap Room drunk-synced

With the moon and you. Proud. Cigarette, after

Cigarette, after cigarette. Clean hair. Lists.

1Love letter book 2. Random dogs in frames

3. Illustration book. 4. Printing press--Free Pizza

5. Buy a Boat 6. Plant flowers in city sidewalk cracks.

7. West Palm Beach 8. Wearing matching Guy Harvey

Shirts 9. Carve something in a tree 10. Burn slowly in a dancing

Room 11. Smile and point straight at the camera 12. Press pause

So I said to the photographer, "you you know we're the same you and I, we both capture moments--you use light and I use words. Your pixels are my letters.

Wandering to my morning classes, I wonder if my ruins would look different than they would have yesterday. Is this fair? I think to myself and the sun blazed ground–around here nothing you love comes back. Back to back to wall–too close to call you friend too bashful to call you lover. That is this. I’ve had this much. It is two o’clock and I think it is a sunday. I tell the animal to calm down that is outside my window. She doesn’t say much but when she does I write it down. Her nickname is messiah. A goddess gift from a cloud filled with her own reign she lit her own throne on fire–and walked away nameless. Refusing that she was related to anything but God. That spirit. That factor. She folds her arms into themselves and sleeps.

Mood.

This is very appropriate for tonight.

This will make you stronger than who you are.

Prizes to those with pinch marked flesh!

Stop.

Give Mind Rest

It is awake when I sleep, yes, my guilt occurs consciously