transcendentalism

maybe were of a different world so
tenderly i will use your transcendent fingers
well maybe brutally if the signs are right
and the lighting

and maybe were in a different world
a smaller world but we keep our shape
there ill meet you ten feet above the ground
and fuck you violently as we gently fall
like i said the lighting

in my bathroom

i am not a play thing
you said
you were standing in my bathroom
naked in front of my mirror
i am not a play thing you said
and you were perfectly naked

my love is not a play thing you said
you were crying
you were in my bed crying
(honestly i was a bit annoyed)
then i touched you and you turned away
and you said my love is not a play thing

i tried to kiss you but you turned away
buried in my pillow you cried again and again
i hate that i love you
you said
i am not a play thing

oh wait, yes

tomorrow is coming.
there is nothing you can do.
oh wait, yes there is,
kill yourself.
kill yourself before tomorrow.
are you too afraid? :: i am.
(yesssssir)
then reconsider your stated philosophy because
tomorrow is coming.

naturalist poem

i want to write a naturalist poem
about how i have bushy eyebrows but
still find the glare from the sun unbearable.
it was july when i didnt meet you again haha
it was the same time i didnt meet you on my patio,
give you a kiss on your forehead
and walk with you down the block.
when i get drunk late at night i pee on your patio
and i shower less than i think is probably responsible
but you still dont recognize my smell...?

red lightbulbs

red lightbulbs published something i did awhile back. maybe youll enjoy it how should i know

SMOLDERRRRRRR

fast food in monaco

i want to be a mcdonalds
always available to you.
i feel like a purple umbrella
outside of the taco bell in monaco.
the sun high above us,
right up there, floating in the sky.
its incredibly yellow.
we were laughing and sharing a cheesy gordita
serenely sipping out of a paper cup.

youre beautiful, really

with every color in front of you
i am you, in you, kissing you
and you are every bee
(im kissing every little bee)
buzzing in the garden
100 springs with you are nothing!
well lie and wait in yellow violets
soaking in the mud
blinking just a few times
when the rain drops on our faces

all the flowers stare at you
your finger tips like burning suns
(a thousand burning suns when im inside you)
under the blankets in your parents backyard
youre creating galaxies
a thousand billion atoms
glowing radiant in splendor
its beyond knowing, really
when your hair is on my pillow
ive slept with a thousand billion pieces of you

youre the first flower in the spring time
ill pick you and place you behind my ear
if it wouldnt hurt you
(i could never hurt you)
at night ill shine a light on you
a bright shining light to sustain you
(and open you)
every night ill open you
so i can feel the deep of you

i want to grow with you, in you
lets lie like seeds in the garden
in the spring time sun
100 flowers spring from your body
(you let their beauty surround you)
i want to be in the rain with you
i want to be soaking in the rain to you

i want to get old with you
to wither away with you
i want to decay into the love of you
ill die for you, in you
id die 100 painful deaths for you
smiling at you
you are heavy in the heart of me
deep in the dark of me
when i get too tired
i want to be an old tree
heavy with the fruit of you

even when the rain drops on our faces
well lie and wait in the yellow violets
well lie together for 100 spring times
in the spring time
well still be buzzing in the garden
well be kissing every little bee
and we are every little bee
so i am you, in you, kissing you
with every color is in front of us