Glimpses
ink soaked flesh~a collaboration between ChristinaStriga & myself…
fucking loved this stream of consciousness poetic ride
thank you QueenB
Faith
You can say what you want
on this and that
about the one and done philosophy
I can do it all
and still survive the day
the words never stop
I have to push them aside
add butter or pepper
while you feed the geese
on park benches
contemplating loneliness
ping pong love affairs
satisfaction never guaranteed
long lovely ladies
await you
I will watch you
from the best
seat in Central Park
with lost hope
and empty cigarette packs
it all means nothing
in the end
darkness calls my nickname
pulls out dust
from my pockets
sails across St. Lawrence river
excites me with dirty words
and secret promises
of unknown reasons
we still have faith
in silence and poetry.
Faith
In nothing but loneliness
a place only writers
visit
and succumb
to their Voices.
You kept me company
I thank you
for that
and so much more
I…
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I can be silent
sidetracked
silence and I have a dance
we sway in and out of lanes
tapping our feet to our own ryrhmn
no one hears. we spill out extreme
parts of ourselves to random listeners.
the ones that don’t ask
any questions. didn’t you know
that curiosity killed the cat? i believe
in adages and saints. ‘Tis my foul
play and innocent coquettish way
of making men swerve their wheel.
i dropped my poems along your bank,
did you step on them?
guard them from the rain? or
disregard my blankets of faith?
i know how good girls go bad
and bad girls want to be good.
sirs and misters surround me
while i run to rivers to meet
my ocean. only 10 more months
until my poetry book is out
and I’ll be on coffee tables again.
bring the metaxa, bulleit bourbon
jack honey, it’s never been
the same
after the…
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write on
hit me with a poem
Some people leave before you hit the ground.
Books not written
resurfaced
It will always feel
like you are losing me
as soon as you get too close.
Today I wanted to stay home
and write all day
and tomorrow
the same
but what silly thoughts
are these?
Trust me, that as soon
as you need me
it’s time to let me go.
Can you cut off
all the media?
All that noise?
I can.
I have.
I will.
I must.
Can you track me down
to see how I feel?
Can you close in on me
from everywhere?
Surround me with your strength
disarm me with your gentleness
the gap between the two
obscure
wide and approaching.
I see it from all angles
of this square
or that circle
or whatever you want to
call a shape within my mind
within a form
within an outline of my love.
For if you have my body
it comes with a soul
united.
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Pretty truth
she hates it