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.