barley drunkenbarren belowlit only by bitter bulbswhite, b/humthe after shift shitdaddy’s tiredof jumping throughknottedcherry stemsbrazenly bolstering cooing lullabies andcandy coated dreamsfrom a yellowed tonguein tangie tankstissue-less treasuresworking over everybitof nothinggolden blossombaby girlof an ivorian cradleyou are, sp/it

experiences fortified by your hand in minethe world’s only terrors come from distancei run from isolation but you are my solitudewe begin to walk through love oblivious to lifehow can I exist on a timeline with hate if you’re right herea dimension where our hearts free themselves from past livesthawing in the deepest cracks, no…

tears steam on your cheekstaunted feelings pent up behind your eyesyour head is hot young man share your sorrows your shoulders ride low on a spine set with guiltyou are only human and your nature is not built on sin alone there is room for reformation your head may pound with the thought of reliefhow…

i’ve been feeding swine and swans spoils from my flesh alikethis body akin to fermented doughfolded in on itself over an alterif not me, then Jesus Christ or Sylvia Plathsquatting on a slab of stone in a city centeras the chorus pleads “please pray” before swiftly announcing “this soul is not for sale” messiah or…