blue windows

natural blinking action
followed by unnatural
purple tears
square shaped instead of round

the blue windows between us
stop me from seeing
what could be
beyond

a weird kind of feeling
when i know it won't happen
a shortage in the fuse
between me and you

green heat in the room
my side has all the electricity
and despite my charge
there is a blue window between us

a white syringe to penetrate
extract the blue envy
extract the green sadness
extract the red tension

im left in the blackness
rubbing my feet on the carpet
wriggling toes
trying to feel the shock again.

Sideways breathing

its a peculiar thing, but i find diagonals to be soothing
none of the tension and dynamism
its a restful hypotonouse between the
lifeless horizontal and the
endlessness of verticality

twist to the left to take a deep
inhalation
almost 20% nitrogen
the neglected but refreshing proportions
less elemental and more atomic

like the time I realized it wasn't ever about lines
biomorphic forms
its always been about the Artist

attempt again at a full gasp and this time
almost 80% oxygen
Its time to start breathing in whats important

slight references

the difference between abstracted and nonobjective
is in the suggestions and intentions and
inuendos of lines
this intersecting circle and square are either
geometric
or not even there

maybe a snow cone or maybe
a portrait of yourself after 3 long years that
amounted to nothing but a bunch of flowers and photos
the roses had thorns though
it feels good to let go

this abstraction is either you in breaking into
yourself
growing back your own fingerprints

or its a circle and a square

nonobjective or abstracted.
its not exact yet
until you name it

untitled.

canibalized

like my instestines are oozing from my belly button
knocking on my cells walls to break down
pinholes through the internal network
sepsis in the blood and theres no going back now
theres no going back now

like my esophogus is contracting around my tonsils
a cobra swallowing its morsals
contracting retracting beating and throbbing
no more swallowing
no more talking

like my heart is having a seizure
tangling the cardiac muscles
sending impulses to stop the blood flow
sepsis in the blood though
theres no going back now

like my nerves are falling asleep
tingling and stabbing and drowsy
stumbling graveyard of cells
theres no more feeling
i cant feel anything

if all the street lights went out

imagine if all the street lights went out
the sun absorbed to the core
generating
heat that cant be felt

everything stone cold and dark
blind and confused and
this mess is you
heat that cant be felt

im not really this ridiculous

felt pretty good for 16 dollars last night
wine hangovers are unique in the headaches they produce
my viens are puslating and i want to freeze them
stop the blood from pumping toxins
stop the blood from pumping oxygen
stop the blood to stop the bleeding

im feeling less metallic
feeling more dramatic
feeling but not really feeling
beyond the pounding
i must have forgotton my iron last night

ive been demagnetized

we're onto something good here

i used to take the stairs but its been harder lately
catching up to me catching my breath catching the next step
and then suddenly im breathless
standing still at 311 am staring at the pavement where your tires were
tireless wondering if you were wondering too
tiring because never in my waking life have i been so
jolted.
deliverance.
content but weary -sad but hiding it-
working but languid -crying but painless
i dont think its pointless
i saw deliverance
but the pavement was vacant
im left winded