labor

still spent

the ink from my
skin, thin legged
frame rubbed raw,
faster than two quarters
can clink

some lager
for the troops,
dogged feet marching
humbly home, captains
of industry drowned out
by the droning of dreary machines

sleep stunted
anemic dreams
whispering shadows
into turgid
lobes

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(Source: ruinedchildhood, via brittmae)

conversinginmetaphors:

viscerally unobstructed / unfortunate bicycle pants

my skin is peeling

apparently the sun
is equally cruel to us all

i bask
in yellow gold and imagine
black blood bubbling
through my veins,
   oil pipelines soiling
   solid charcoal suits

dammit we’ve made it!
long enough to lose hope,
survivor stories would
be drenched with naivety
if not for the bright gaze
of history

The Asterisk Hall of Fame

maybe,
baby we could have
matching gravestones,
with bold black arrows pointing every
which way, a spectacle,
like you (they) were never really
there

Tuesday moans
in the morning,
no one has a handy
catch phrase today

life is a grind,
each morning a seive
and memories
are what manage
to slip through

hopefully, one of us
gets to experience loss,
and blame god
instead of his detestable creations*

Chatter

Passing cars and
wings, The oppressive
hum of engines, Who
knows when hibernation
kicks in?

Gosh,
what’s with the accents?
Dripping Pennsylvania,
I hear the woods calling.

Accept fate
like a stern
warning

Simple

Today left in a cloud
hopelessly open
Is the river
still bleeding about
town?

Birth,
the sun rises awash
in blissful ignorance,
the milk of early morn’

Waving flags tell no tales
of nights since past, felled
trees do all the barking

unfortunately, the rain is
drowning out the sound
outside my window,

there’s always tomorrow

The birth
then the bath.
Clean God’s
mess from those
shrinking feet

Babies are born
shrieking, wise
beyond their frames

bent flowers
turgid with rain
petals weeping

today is plastered
on your face,
dripping

and tomorrow is
somewhere else,
another lifetime
away

sage advice:
don’t look back

your neck can’t take
it, we’re only built
to run a certain
number of miles

and you know

they don’t fix anything
anymore

sea org

lookedlikelaughing:

pass me the purp
ensconce me in fine humors,
elevated, thetanless,
jim beamy and brave

for a bit.

or patio permanence,
breezed as fuck and chugging it,
the newest scenery
pouring down my throat,
adam’s apple all sing-a-long ball.

but some, resin days.
a stone gut heavier than
Virginia’s pockets,
gurgling in my sleep. 

but there’s a military for everything,
if you enlist, yank your fist out of your chest.
even the most diminished forces,
a rifle squad of Coors, pop songs,
can rid your rocks.
 
for a bit.

ghostsista:

MY SCANDALOUS LOVE AFFAIR WITH THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
your husband’s tombstone between all the weeds I steal our very first kiss
][
before dawn: nightfall and my dead lover’s cock shall rise, mount the hard ghost 
][
grass stains on your knees, your back, the palms of your hands, inside you … the dead
][
spring’s last missing moon this damning erotic life the one that we choose
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ghostsista:

MY SCANDALOUS LOVE AFFAIR WITH THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
your husband’s tombstone between all the weeds I steal our very first kiss
][
before dawn: nightfall and my dead lover’s cock shall rise, mount the hard ghost 
][
grass stains on your knees, your back, the palms of your hands, inside you … the dead
][
spring’s last missing moon this damning erotic life the one that we choose
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ghostsista:

MY SCANDALOUS LOVE AFFAIR WITH THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
your husband’s tombstone between all the weeds I steal our very first kiss
][
before dawn: nightfall and my dead lover’s cock shall rise, mount the hard ghost 
][
grass stains on your knees, your back, the palms of your hands, inside you … the dead
][
spring’s last missing moon this damning erotic life the one that we choose
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ghostsista:

MY SCANDALOUS LOVE AFFAIR WITH THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT

your husband’s tombstone
between all the weeds I steal
our very first kiss

][

before dawn: nightfall
and my dead lover’s cock shall
rise, mount the hard ghost

][

grass stains on your knees,
your back, the palms of your hands,
inside you … the dead

][

spring’s last missing moon
this damning erotic life
the one that we choose

(Source: ghostsista.com, via mermaidsbite)

perfection is
elusive

to the point of
being mythical,
a cult of faith

which is unfortunate

sadly, skin is
soft and bones
brittle, especially under
harsh conditions
  why pyramids couldn’t
  last on my shoulder
  blades

and i’m prone
to folly, looking
behind the couch
for

nothing in particular