Always you, but never the time. 16 June 2021

i want to call her and tell her how muchshe means to me. but she’s in love and i,i don’t have much to offer. so, i’ll write itinstead; about the way my eyesgrew legs trying to follow her around. orabout the way my restraint went on vacation,compelling the temptation to fuck her againstthe wall, until…

The pressure is all together too much.They look at me, and see the possibility of all their mistakes rectified – and I am left with no option but to fail under duress. Gun to my head.Do they even care about who I am?What I feel? The weight of my skin on mysoul? Or is my…

Truthfully, I want to make love to you.And if you knew me, you’d want to makelove to me too. Always the possibility of tender skin, tangled hands and fleshunbounded. The unfamiliar is intriguing. A question mark along your hips, A kiss to bringyour eyes back behind your lids.Just a small moment. Where everything is you.

obsidian crag! toss me anewinto the jagged mountainrange of your love. heat spewedmagma formed forever intoa reminder of what it once was.would that be possible for you and me?to crystallize the possibility of usinto darkened, serrated, mineralsof what we could have been?24 June 2022

the way that words come outoften feel like a visceralexodus of emotionsthrough my favorite medium -the pen.writing poetry is like pullingthe prickly cactus needles outof every inch of my bodypainfuldelicateexhausting much like the pain i inflict onmyself. i’m not sure how this isbetter. 6 July 2021

Tired ofan empty self,of a vacant bed,of pots of coffee,bottles of whiskey,cigarette butts,ash stains on clothes,burn marks on my arm, spinning rooms,swallowing drugs,wallowing in sorrow. Tired of the commotionon the streets The commotion in my mind    my mind       my mind 6 May 2014

i grow increasingly suspicious of the frenzied creature whichhas unearthed within, and out, of me. ella muerde. she bites. and scratchesand hurls vulgar verbal daggersfrom her twisted loins. y aparantemente vive en mi. and she lives inside of me, apparently. desperately, i stifleher. so she takes her talon handsand scratches at my wrists instead. 15…

super moon,scorpio moon,who have i become? y cuantas capas de mipiel de serpiente deboperder,antes de que mi cuerposea mio otra vez? translation: super moon,scorpio moon,who have i become? and how many layers of mysnake skins must Ilose,before my bodyis mine again? 12 June 2021

i swallow whiskey the wayi swallow everyone around me- wholeheartedly, desperately. the same way i take you in, giving you control – allowing consumption over my inhibition.  after all, that’s what i do bestanyway – lose control. So I drink you whole, straight from the bottle – get lost again, stay numb again.  3 April 2021