Ink Spots
Suffering in silence is second nature
for people wrapped in hated skin;
your life under constant siege because
you are a scourge on sight;
a blight in expensive sneakers,
a member of a caste unworthy
of empathy but if you can
somehow Dinesh D’Souza
your way through existence,
everything will be fine.
The Stanford Prison Experiment
was a glimpse of human savagery
put into a uniform;
...
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 2:48 pm
Half-Life
We were reckless with love.
Swans dancing on a lake of fire;
unfinished art searching for the
Louvre.
Quiet & loud.
Hungry & fed.
Bones full of broken stars
and twilight;
sapiosexual
astronomers
with the temerity
to traverse galaxies
hidden between the
braille on our skin,
foolish enough to believe
desire this strong would
take a half-life to
decay.
Sunday 3rd May 2020 11:04 pm
(We)ave
We
whisper
love into
skin locking
ourselves
away from
this
world;
we
vault
every
memory,
guard
every
breath,
bodies slick
with stolen
time;
every
moment
together,
a living
sanctuary.
Friday 24th April 2020 5:41 am
Soaring
Swing chains squeak
like unoiled screen door hinges
with each push, I get closer
to touching clouds.
Once I’ve achieved maximum
momentum, I prepare to launch
into the stratosphere
everything slows down;
I feel the heaviness of each heartbeat;
the impending weightlessness of my body
I catch a glimpse of the proud smile
decorating your face;
your mouth wording inaudible sound...
Monday 20th April 2020 12:27 am
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