a cigar-store solipsist
stuffing towels in doorways,
i was crowned prince asphyxia;
oh, do not fall in love with
dead boys - you can't make
martyrs out of suicide drones.
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,specter boys have always looked best sinking by counting-vertebrae
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
these bitter kids have sharper hipsoh, i am aching to pry apart this skull &these bitter kids have sharper hips by counting-vertebrae
meet the ghosts thumping at its insides.
i'm just pining for a rib cage like a
funeral pyre or a staircase;
i want to bloom from these
bitter bones & waste -
(until i'm the corpse
sleeping in the casket)
the way you speak through incisionsoh, disaster dweller, you werethe way you speak through incisions by counting-vertebrae
bone-ache blue & cyanotic.
we wore lonely luminescence
'round the wrists that held
our god-hands, but you were
livid skin & anesthetic to the
touch. a river of pitted veins,
you said: we'll all grow weary of
the rising of our ribs someday.
the dreamer type can only speak in smoke-spiralshe's got wasteland words drippingthe dreamer type can only speak in smoke-spirals by counting-vertebrae
from the migraine-swell of his skull &
down through the splinters of his spine.
the kid's a connoisseur, but only of
dead hands & phantom depressions;
he's more of a dilettante for
the spectacle called being.
wreckagelife, he is more than an afterthought...wreckage by ithaswhatitisnt
yet he withers,
rattling aimlessly in his own infinity,
and i can only observe
behind barriers of sobriety
why has he
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,You Were Not An Aquarium Boy by IrrevocableFate
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
water, water, everywhereyour heart is an oceanwater, water, everywhere by neonsquiggle
on the horizon,
I am still thirsting
streammelted water runs through a heart of tallowstream by Liedy
where lights are dimmed
her comfortably spiteful words break a mountain in half
the one part, falling thousands upon thousands of meters
crushes the capital of a foregone century, and whirls
ghost. dirt. ash. far up in the air
the other simply
in the dark