the earth opens up,
and shakes,
the people, the buildings,
the fall.
that jagged split
put pressure on my gut
deep as my knees.
it's not the earth that's split,
it's the stuff on top.
the earth was never one piece,
and neither are we.

pull your skin with bleach,
to creep inside you deep.

liquefy. your face.
slips and burns, your taste.
watch you melt away,
insert my fist (into your cheek)
tighed. ahhhhhhh.
i always liked the way of teeth,

your skin drips from my wrist,
what my pores cannot take.

the speed at which we move,
stretches time to points
in/two dimensions.
so, still.

this marks the beginning of our trip. and you held out your hand with pointer and thumb closed. i knew you were holding something as small as nothing. take out your hand. i stepped toward you, and made my legs the shape of an x. my fingers uncurled to leave my open palm, and your grip quickly found the center. with finger and thumb you drew a ( Read more... )

curled in fetal,
in the tub's dirty corner.
the drops hit my back,
like your finger tips,
in my stomach.

pyramids like sand castles
taken away with the wind.

cancer's on sale,
only $1.50 a stick.
deodorize yourself,
for less.

if i may,
mold styrofoam to your hands,
hold me forever,
they aren't going anywhere.

in our fire where we melt,
the cancer we create around us,
will bring us warmth.

i envy that cup,
because if i were he,
i could float in this ocean,
for two lives.

raindrops aggravate the concrete,
italian suits and nice haircuts.
raindrops dry the tears that would be cried,
by those of dehydrated eyes,
that would have seen loved ones die,
without the sudden crack in the sky.
death is so easy to desire,
by everyone but the dying.

your chest fell into my hand,
that is how,
i knew we were still breathing.

these bricks fell into my head,
and left me,
to lay down sleeping.

dreams made into nerves,
which turned into daily living.

unloaded in a candy journal,
slick to write in,
while drooling.