Along With Astrologic Amputations

Our siamese screams simply pull us apart
The trap door background only works
On my side of the situation
As the stars shoot through me
Yet I can’t see the cut

While you gaze into the night sky
With a fashionable passion
I would be quite amazed
If Orion’s Belt could be seen by your eyes
And if so I’m not sure you would use it
To hold up my universe

Because with astrologic amputations
And a re-sewn star still sleeping in the night
I manage to tuck us in
But the battalion’s blanket only covers my eyes
As I’m blinded of the troop
Tactics tightly wound through my eyelids

Last Night I Swore I Saw Myself In The Gravel

Click-click.

The slick slip on the tip of your tongue
Tapping your teeth
The taste of love on a cold city street

Everything is over when the sidewalk loses its substance.

Sweet respiration
After a night’s desperation
Find salvation in penetration

Lovers always linger at the train station.

Flickering street lights
Cut through the black
Like a butter knife

Spread the rumor with a bang.

Just remember that it’s best executed
When your thumb is folded
Back into your hand

I Didn’t Know Everyone At Our School
Was A Professional Dancer

Click your heels for the home team.

In the corner
We’ve got snakes
On a plane

And in the other
A matrimonious montage.

Don’t mind the groom’s incredulous entrance
Southern belles won’t
Ring for any bite
Of the cake’s altruism.

You dancing there
With your Saturday best on.

Shoelace tasting bass
And my tongue tied up
In second guesses.

(My watch has no patience for such thoughts.)

Fuck syllables though.
These stars won’t
Burn through the sky long enough
For you to

Keep conscious

And I can see
Your Wild Irish eyes fading

As our long arms click counterclockwise.

When The Elocutionist Can’t Speak Good

Chlorophormed from the very breaths
That birthed them
Subway trains hiss like snakes
Sidewinding through familiar passages.

A chaise for the chase
Not too many ticks from now
To the next day
But enough to turn loose
All the splinters and dirt
Recycled through vocal chords.

Separate tunnel visions occur
From various vantage points
But the smell of sleep
Circles heads like stars.

Even on top
Buildings still obscure naked eyes
Amongst the many
Flights of stares
Still too low for any
True change in pressure to take place.

Yet follicles stand at attention
For the subconscious apprehension
Leaving a multitude of mouths
Sewn shut from consequential mention.

Patent leather postulations
Held by tightly closed fists.
Every dry-cleaned sleeve
Linked by cuffs.
Any chance of choice
Tightly tucked and buttoned down.

No amount of cream will ever be enough
To lessen the burn of the coffee
No sky could scrape away
The steel’s gluttonous gaze

Seen as nothing but ants
All from the same whole
Where the queen collects green
And work supersedes dreams.

Cold beads of sweat collect in the beds of the buried
Until alarms interrupt the clocks of such tightly-tucked nightmares.

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I was always able to sense the smell of

Kitschy cologne spent on your
Neck every time your blood pushed
Each vessel through
White lies and black truths.

Although I’m quick to judge, I won’t be
Led to believe in such a
Lush bred from deception.

A sweet kiss shared between two
Lovers can be ruined
Or built on the foundation
Nearest to the heart
Given away and wrapped with red tape.

 

Cutting Through The Construction Lies
Our Single Steel Structure

Energy best reserved
For games in the schoolyard
Concrete creations juxtaposed
By the urban intent.

Looking closely
The stars see humans
Through empty windows
That blanket the infrastructure

Invincible.

Moonlight fading
Towards the foreground
Sun burnt to ash
Daintily sprinkled onto headlights

Blazing valiantly.

Vapors inhaled and exhaled
Between whispers seeming
Slightly more prevalent
Than the coffee cup’s chit-chat.

A dissemblance of color marked
By a fashion famed faceless.
Corporations rendered inept
To any action but

Closed-eyed masonry of ideals.

Stacked upon the eyes
Of the subconscious.
Cars speeding past
The syntax

Ten-thousand blinks at a time.

Cold encompasses
Back country streets.
Water crystallizing
Ceasing to exist as such.

The most deceiving
Chemical change
Simply physical.
As the atmosphere personifies

Its chemical worth in a pocket of life the size of your fist.

A Single-Lensed Reflex

Photographic cut-back

The slick-back of his hair
Her menacing stare
Able enough
To cut the cold air

A chain smoke silence

Rumbling through
The tip toe touch
Of his fingers on the coffee glass
Caffeinated sagas searing the roof
Of their mouths
Browning the teeth of the discourse
As the words flow out
More courageously than they flowed

Into the brain stem
Through the synapses
Veins click to the pulse
Electricity salivated through taste buds

Nerve cuts straight through the spinal cord

Stimuli straight into the muscles
Hand-brushed rejections
Into nervous rejections
Pupils dilate to the spirals of neighbors’ smoke
Cancer mixed with anxiety
Fear burning away
Every crackle teeming through every follicle
The feeling of every hair standing up in protest
Crafting an understandable retort

To the silent cut away
As the cinema asphyxiates its ending