i would hit you for another hit of you
poems drop out of the forecast of me like
the snow that is supposed to come this winter.
you dry me up, hands and lips and words,
I shrink in front of you like a fern in a fire.
Do you even care to hear the echoes
that clang from rib to rib
inside my dull, empty cage?
but after a beer or two,
I doubt I care(but think I probably do)
and I want you to kiss me and press me into the wall,
between my burlap sack that used to hold
the Nicaraguan coffee beans that made us meet
and the right angles that frame my current place and
mind,ful of our screaming differences.
I sleep curled up to you knowing
you’re right when you say there’s a certain
Innocence about me
but if you like it, it’s yours;
the red is pouring out of me after you came inside,
and my heart beats, my brain beats, my hands beat out the crazy rhythms of you and
I am high
inhaling your human scent.
Don’t fuck me like rain does the highway,
fuck me like a current does sea foam.
I’m figuring out as we go just how much you
can teach me before I quit you(I’ll quit you like so many others before me have done and I’ll laugh to imagine us together like this and it won’t be a letdown to go back to Good Boys at all, it will be—i will be—so very fucking fine that i might actually cry again)
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing."
William S. Burroughs (via johnsilverj)
We Moon/s, Inside and Out
When you kiss me,
stars are born.
I’m too close to ground zero to read what they spell out,
or if they even vaguely plot
constellations of your
but it’s enough to know that they’re bright/white hot.
Your fingers on me
I don’t know what size or toward what they all tend,
but their lingering tails shoot sparks through my head
and my mouth turns up at their beauty.
But your telescope eyes—those show me
a glimpse of the swirling neb(U)la
tucked safely away in your darkest corner
of space; and when I have the
to Look, I see the
same craters in you
that made me