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 constantlyContinue reading “Woven Spirit”
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Kalamazoo
Smooth cloying bamboo As cold crushed emeralds In a mortar with a pestle And the grains nestle In early Spring mint leaves
Airtafae Almaedin
Metal rose Dethorned Hammered and welded Glossed and stained Perfumed Oil dipped Alive Stem beating With its spirit So dulcet Willing, when asked, To be tangible Perfume Of metal rose Perfuse diffuse Quiet incense Heavy in the hand Calm spirits Stainless stem Anodized petals Created with care Rose oil stained Letting its spirit Become infinitelyContinue reading “Airtafae Almaedin”
Core
Glass globes Carry an oil Core colored Pink Like an alien ocean Teeming in enigma Of what lies within
Mossman Cense
Burnt graphite from Wooden pencils And charred ink From cheap pens Clashes with the dark halls Of college buildings Flashlight lit to Permeate paranoia Waterlogged woods in rain Into Green River To runoff and drain Through blacktop lanes A lurking wraith With no legs Silent hovering Stalking the place But a face Frozen in horrorContinue reading “Mossman Cense”
Metal on the Black
Metal on the black Scratches and cracks Like sgraffito In a black book Oozing with the scent Of chainsmoked cigarettes Drowning in cheap red wine Canyons form with Sheer walls of iron And nickel crystals
Blackgull
Blackgull Blackgulls make the Candle wax That’s burned through By the jar They caw and cry When storms at sea Light the skies Like L.E.D.s It’s their sound That smells of cold Fire and hot ice And powerful spices They fly on clouds, Lightning in their eyes A frictious breakage They call so loud AContinue reading “Blackgull”
Asphalt
Asphalt Puddles of Burnt tap water icicles Tart and acidic Flavorful In the minerals Laying in puddles On the Tar tempered Streets
Dragon’s Blood
Dragon’s Blood Dragon’s blood Smells ancient. Draconian Frankincense. Like a golden Goblet Filled with Indigo soap And Patchouli oils And On fire.
Retrospection
Retrospection Petrichor wafts past my nose, As I bury my face in her shoulder, The smell of rain is a glorious one, Especially when it comes from her, Golden tears stop flowing, A million fears stop growing, All the harm and hurt goes away, When she calms me and says ‘It’s okay.’ The warmth inContinue reading “Retrospection”
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