davey kick a hole in the sky

i'd kick a hole in the guts
of anyone
raising a cross word or
raining down spit
on her
instead i'll pick
this tiny scab
spread the blood
like warpaint
fold because
i was never
fucking dealt it

involuntary taste

there is nothing you can do that
i won't assign some super-
natural significance to

walking in right now could
only serve me mixed signals
like faces in the grain of wood

i hallucinate some piece of fate
my color drains and my pulse
climbs to an unhealthy rate

so keep a distance that's safe,
a piece brimming over with kief
relief for/from my waif

unrequited

i keep watching this equation
play out like a hieroglyph in my imagination
i reach for you
i'm slapped
i put a gun in my mouth

i am the zen poet master
i will write this all on parchment
and ceremoniously burn it

i'm going to tattoo
the word unrequited on my arm
and cut it off

poetry annoy me

messages massaged
into porno blog cafeteria fires

nevermind the bollocks
here's the death fantasy

send me up the river

you could set your watch by it

waking up stiff
restless
rolling back and forth
in these blankets
grinding head into pillow
hips against cool fabric

so much care
many touches
scratching, squeezing
stretching the skin
fingertips, nipples,
shattered sunlight reminding
me of a careful fuck fest
beyond their imaginations
and beyond my choreography

to grab those thighs
feeling tense cords of muscle
under milky canvas

or to kiss swollen breasts
big and small
see fleshy pockets shaking
feel beads of jewelry against my tongue

spreading moisture
before sensing at the tips of me
all the caves
and trapped explorers
with their arms pinned,
spelunking new spaces
within the
only universe
worth exploring