Ravenous

Far away from any city
There is but cloth and blood

Under no pretension
But release of such
Orgasmic silence
In being isolated

No rest for the wicked
No comfortable place

Yet so together
The world turns
Without us and
Time flies like

Scavengers
Circling their prey

A domineering call
Over night and day

Radio waves crash unto coast
Forward unto dusk
And burning it all
So drastically away

There is but blood
On the beach

But sand and our feet
But stars we can see

Supernovae all we can hear
Bone conducted
For we have no ears
As that sense has left us

It’s more about what
Scavenger eyes spy

What their feathers feel
What hollow bones sing
As they compress
And torque

So much music
In our bodies
As we
Listen to

Bloodful iron run
And raven suns

Making our
Senseless bodies
Under silent
Mechanisms release

Senseless silence an
Overwhelming way to see

Shamen of the Moon

Playing in ecliptics
Under cover
For my lunar lover
Needs tending to

Not another
Moment should
Pass phase before
We do what we do

How stellar
How hungry
Maybe a mess
But I do it for you

Somewhere there’s a
Cannibalistic craving
That this primal urge
Is star-sated from

What time gated off
Before paths crossed
And worlds aligned
And meteors rained

Carve unto me
Sigils and wards
To protect me
Against evil eyes

Lest I forget
The forces I serve
For you are a witch
And I a warlock

The same strings
That wring me
Are the ones that
Look to bend you

And both desires
Seek to bend me
And with hexes aplenty
I shall be carved

Baptized

I can’t even drink
Water
Without thinking
Of you

Pouring through my dreams
Washing away
My fantasies
And making yourself my reality

Cleanse my palette
I don’t want to be left
Without the taste of
Something pure on my lips

Nourish me
Keep me alive
For three days
At a time

When I don’t have anything else
My body will still crave you
And the baptisinal thoughts
You dive my mind in

Carve me up like a canyon
Like a river run through
My badlands, photogenic
You’re my companion

Through the thick and thin
Hell and high water
When the tide sinks cities
I’ll be drowning in all of you

I can’t even drink water
Without thinking of you
Is to say I can’t simply
Live

Without thinking of you

Happy Birthday – Journal 9/14/18

There are quite a lot of ways to go about this, but I figured this would be a good way to go.

This journal is dedicated to the love of my life, as she ages another year, and this time on the other side of the world. I figured it would be the best time to kind of describe this side of my life in a journal, and give a certain someone something to wake up to on their feed.

passengers

We met in a poetry class, and then again in international relations. It was almost serendipitous as to how I appeared, and she at the same time. A little over two years ago, now. Kinda crazy to think. Never speaking, really, until we did.

And after we really connected, much followed. In a lot of ways, she rescued me, and she’s constantly here to drive me to be the best that I can be, and achieve all that I can. Through creative passions, professional inclinations, hell, high water, calm, and all the chaos you can taste, we’ve been here for each other for what feels like a decade.

A very happy, very satisfying decade. Coffee dates, hiking, concerts, road trips, camping, movies, all kinds of stuff, and I can’t imagine even being alone while doing any of it. So much left on the docket, and it excites me to know that life is in the palm of my hand when it comes to making time.

I get someone to talk to pointless stuff about that still makes sense. Someone I get to hold hands with. Someone I find more enjoyment in being near than anything else. Being a poet only helps so far as I can describe how much she means to me. Which is further and further every day.

Nadine is the strongest thing I have ever encountered, and I am lucky to call myself hers with a tungsten ring on my right hand, and a copper one on hers.

Life isn’t always easy, however, and there’s much left of it to experience. Much more brooding, uncertain, and to be perfectly honest; utterly chaotic stuff is on the horizon, but the horizon is gentle and allows us to grow stronger before it arrives.

With this passing birthday, she’s across the world and I’m at home trying to make myself better every day so that when she comes back all the more experienced, we’ve grown together apart.

And you know, there’s so much left to the story. A lot untold already, and a lot yet to be seen, but that’s the gist of it: she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

I’m thankful to belong to such a cool person.

She’s also started up her own website, and I dare say she’s more verbose and better at this whole thing than I am. So give her journals overseas a look here: https://sonadinewrites.com.

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So happy birthday, Nadine Nabass. You’re my favorite thing.

While it turns to autumn here, I’ll be thinking of you. And staring at my ring.

For those of you who are tuned in to Radio Reality City, I appreciate your looking at this journal! Not exactly regularly scheduled programming, I know, but when was the last time we had any of that? Quite a lot going on behind the scenes! I’ve said a lot here that I normally don’t verbalize on these journals.

Woven Spirit

Your spirit has
Clung to me after
This morning
Like it never
Wants to leave

Your scent
Of sweet sweat and
Nitroglycerin trapped
Under straps
Of tank tops

Spirit still clings
To me
Threaded down to the
Skin beneath
Clothing

A heart of woe stayed
With the heat
Of punishment sustained
Cooling as it’s constantly
Exhumed

Mayrigold

Mayrigold waves
At the beach
Break as evening
Waxes and
Sunlight waves

Remember remember
That evening in May

When the mayrigold waves
Crashed into the bay

Sun hanging low
Red sky above

Remember, my love?

Remember that sun
We’ll see it again
In yellow, in orange
In pale-set gemstones

If not today
Then next May

We will, when the
Waves break again

Sushi Sunday Snow

You didn’t like it
But we liked the snow

Driving your car
Keeping calm

I had a dragon roll
And you had fruit

Then because we
Languished

We both had to get
Some energy

And we left into the
Frozen wastes

Never to be seen
There again

Bubble Bomber

Nothing quite like
Bathing with you
In the crumbling bubbles
Of a bomb dissolving

In between what can’t
Literarily be described
As making love
On a bed we didn’t own

Then we got Wendy’s
And you got
A chicken sandwich
And I got it spicy

Whereupon we had
Brunch in that bed,
Clean and carefree
Seemingly and

Watched a show
On netflix
You were the one
That turned me on to

And kissing you
Every moment of the day
Is above and beyond
Something I will cherish

Dragon Roll

Sushi Ari wouldn’t
Take my money before close
Forever Sushi
Did, so I spent more there than
Sushi Ari would’ve got