liar.

liar. you don’t write? Bullshit.
Turn these pages. Now.
Can you see them?
Can you read them?
All yours.
It was a blank page and a cylinder of ink, but no longer.
A flick of the wrist and voila!

you did this

you did this.
you wrote this.
it’s you.
with your cannbis buyers pen, wearing gym shorts and needing a shower.
there are clothes on the floor, bags, books, shoes, paper.
not you.
you are above, alive and real.
you are loved and wanted and real.
so very real.
and you did this.

journey

she cries and cries and cries
til the tears run down
til the face turns red
til the head pounds and the breathing stops
sobbing without sound
she’s not hurt, not bleeding or wounded. she doesn’t understand. she wants to talk. she wants to know she’s not alone in this. she’s not dying or starving. not being hit or raped [...]

pay no mind

break all the mirrors
throw the make up into the sea
burn the tight shirts, the expensive jeans, the uncomfortable shoes
don’t look any kind of way
just be.
fuck all the rest

scrawling

the pages the pages they fill
letters and symbols
tumbling like fever out of the life
they exist half in the brain
                     half in the pen
entombed on the sheet
alive for a moment
a parchment meterorite

here.

We are in this together, you and I.
You are here.
I am here.
We should probably just keep kissing each other.

workout not working out

use the muscles
one foot then one foot then one foot.
the pulse, the strain, not the pain.
don’t call it pain
call it a tremor or a quake
one foot then one foot then one foot.
something to let us know how earthshaking it is
a natural disaster of the nervous system
the system is down, overloaded.
one foot then one foot then [...]