An Untitled Work on Reminiscing the Taste of Crown Fried Chicken

When I close my eyes I see the pressing heat

But when wind blows frenzied ice comes over me

I have too many thoughts, a thought that hurts

The time I bled, all I did was laugh and

Run away to fulfill this prophecy of self mutilation

I found a place where the silence was a screaming

Grab at the throat, a moment that

Takes away to remember

I don’t remember when you left, but maybe you

Recall pain

There’s a thousand words go unvoiced

But we cannot delegate each star to a planet

You know what you don’t that one day I’ll arrive

On Mars and feel that heart drum beating

Of sun on flesh

There’s a Pair of Eyes I Want to Get Lost Into, But I’m Still Thinking of the Taco Bell Vegetarian Menu;

also known as the immediacy of touch

Time stops with the stroke of hair

I can’t understand anything it’s all become mud

You’re a beautiful grey mess

Stuck to me, I fight

When I try to get you off I flay you with fingertips

Chapped lips ashy hands

Repeat the footsteps, I breathe into your mouth

The reek of garlic

What’s this back and forth ritual?

An offering to intimacy doomed to obfuscation

Innate are the things unknown to me

Like the surface of Venus

Precipitation melts away that tension in my head

My soul

I put my ancestors to rest if they know I’ll be alright

And what becomes of the form untouched by love?

To wither away under the acid rains?

And what do we do when we lose our fingers?

Replace them?

Just things to think about with no answers

The Things in My Head Are Not Real, Except Perhaps the Bitterness of Acetone

i dreamed up a place in time for us to rest our heads

not too far away from here

a place grandma was told about when

she was little

i painted the sky a lacrimal blue

streaks of red screamed

i miss the thought of you and

in this place in time all of you is there

have you ever seen the crash of a wave

devastation crash course there’s

an inevitability that I will tear asunder

pull me away

little man on the moon

the time well poisoned

i hope to dissipate soon

all the memories of me and you