Month: July 2017

It is me that I kill

The naked shell

Hands wanting to stroke what is rough

I laugh at you, intimacy-lovers

The naked shell

It sits just below the heart

I laugh at you, intimacy-lovers

What is it doing there?

It sits just below the heart

I am crushed under the rubble

What is it doing there?

I am crushed under the rubble

Hands wanting to stroke what is rough

It is me that I kill

Hands wanting to stroke what is smooth

You let it grow and hate

You will create a city

Dream that I say the word

You let it grow and hate

Is revenge just beneath the skin?

Dream that I say the word

Made of light and delicate materials

Is revenge just beneath the skin?

To confuse emptiness with a lack of

Made of light and delicate materials

To confuse emptiness with a lack of

You will create a city

Hands wanting to stroke what is smooth

Finding the coolest angle

I will make it from pleasant materials

Neither gaze into each other’s mirrors

A dark blue sky over wet roofs

I will make it from pleasant materials

When I stroke the wall with my hands

A dark blue sky over wet roofs

While we sit in the belly of the whale

When I stroke the wall with my hands

Sorrow forms a dome

While we sit in the belly of the whale

Sorrow forms a dome

Neither gaze into each other’s mirrors

Finding the coolest angle

All foreheads press against all windows

A predator and fortress in one

I am more evil than you

I was born to handle low pressure

A predator and fortress in one

Watching yourself backwards

I was born to handle low pressure

I don’t know

Watching yourself backwards

The blossoms of sleep

I don’t know

The blossoms of sleep

I am more evil than you

All foreheads press against all windows

You hide your shame

One room is empty

It is a heart in and of itself

Water hangs mirrors in every raindrop

One room is empty

What is it doing there?

Water hangs mirrors in every raindrop

I must show reflection in both eyes

What is it doing there?

Sitting on the lap of huge statues

I must show reflection in both eyes

Sitting on the lap of huge statues

It is a heart in and of itself

You hide your shame

Am I more vegetating than old?

You must not believe

It is a heart in and of itself

It rains all over the living room

You must not believe

Like an undercurrent in the breath

It rains all over the living room

They appear as images

Like an undercurrent in the breath

A table reflects the night’s glow

They appear as images

A table reflects the night’s glow

It is a heart in and of itself

Am I more vegetating than old?

I’m slippery inside

I have moved all of my grief

They gaze into each other’s mirrors

It’s not about understanding

I have moved all of my grief

The white staring into its own eyes

It’s not about understanding

I will create a city

The white staring into its own eyes

Not on the skin

I will create a city

Not on the skin

They gaze into each other’s mirrors

I’m slippery inside

You dissolve in the wrap that covers you

Where is my easy method?

Never in need of a house again?

With a tiny bird in the hand

Where is my easy method?

Had you been breakable

With a tiny bird in the hand

Always stay the same

Had you been breakable

You cannot remember

Always stay the same

You cannot remember

Never in need of a house again?

You dissolve in the wrap that covers you

Is it necessary to hate yourself?

I’m not going anywhere

Lest my bones forget

Of entirely new materials

I’m not going anywhere

I am not hiding

Of entirely new materials

It all sits in the back of our bodies

I am not hiding

Forever in need of a house

It all sits in the back of our bodies

Forever in need of a house

Lest my bones forget

Is it necessary to hate yourself?