sicilian winds

i had your hand in mine

with soft fingertips you stroke my palm

and lips of pillow pink

plush and wet

our mouths embrace one last time

your smell devours me

sweet sugar scent

patchouli

i run my tongue against your sweat
your fingers grazing languid at my waist
and almond eyes squint like a cat retracting his gaze
in fear of loving his master too much.

ruddy child you are
i kiss your smooth skin back
and sometimes i feel your touch behind me
whispering affection on my neck

like sicilian winds
slamming doors

cashing in

well, have you let yourself heal yet?

have you written new songs and do you still laugh long into the night?

does it linger like your heart strings a new chord on your guitar?

do you hit the right keys when everything is falling apart around you?

do you say 'I will' and run into the woods thrashing animal 

sunburnt, dried out, desert baby?

do you call out my name into the ocean's breath, begging for some benevolent reprieve?

the cold winter air capturing every syllable like a fox caught in trap?

well, which is it then?

will you race your heartbeat one last time or go limp like a soft lamb slaughtered?

down & out & up & over

if yr feeling sad drive 3 hours to the country blasting methodrone, pass every car driving less than 140 kilometres per hour, blazing middle fingers in the air, drive to the end of a long winding road, look around you, once, twice, three times for good luck, listen to the great lake lapping up the shore, take off all your clothes, let the people stare (who cares), jump in the water, baptize yourself one more time, let the sun reconstitute your naked body, raise your arms, scream FUCK!!!!!!!, get out, stand at the shore, dripping, dripping, dripping wet, cold, horizon facing, let the insects drink your blood, let the darkness in your soul bubble right up to the top, let the frothy bile foam right out of your throat, spit it out, wipe your mouth, swing a harsh gaze to both sides, onlookers amazed, look directly into the eye of the storm, look it right in its eye, tell it I FUCKING DARE YOU, I FUCKING DARE YOU TO TOUCH ME, pray that it does, pray that the lighting strikes right though you, thunder above, channeling its energy right down to your feet, let it electrify you (be careful not to kill), pick up the most beautiful stone, hold it, hold it, hold it, close your eyes, deep inhale the fragrant flower air, make it wet again, let it reveal it's glory one last time, throw it into the body, and turn around

enigmatic lover

hi, i would love to hear from you before i went away. you're not ready to let go. i still have some of your things. you borrowed my heart, and if we do break up, i'd like it back now. well, i'm waiting for your call. i'm making all the preparations for tomorrow. soon i'll be gone. maybe i won't come back this time. maybe i'll get swallowed up in a cold vast lake. maybe i'll drift away in a sweet summer breeze. maybe i'll run myself bone thin; sweating, panting like an animal. but i'll still be waiting. waiting, waiting, waiting. for your phone call. is there a chance we can still work this out? or is it all just cursed sadness? borne of sin. sinner re-born. i am borne of sin, but here i am. i made it somehow. anyway, i'll be here. i'm just waiting to hear from you. unless i get swallowed up, swallowed up in the abyss of your shadow. enigmatic lover, where are you now? will you wait for me?

NO!

nothing matters. nothing else matters.

meaningless mass of SHIT.

life is it. are you blind or just stupid?

fools. all of you.

POETRY

POETRY
POETRY
POETRY

HAHA
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HAHAHA

horoscopes don't count

when you're mad with desire
and unrequited sadness