WARNINGS for: sexual imagery, death, and religious shit which is most of what I do poetry wise
In seven days
Genesis unmade-
drifting falling
no Earth calling...
Eyes Wide Shut
my mouth maps your skin
‘til your thighs let me in.
South by Southwest
deep breath deep breath
my hand your chest
my lips your tip
Blue Lips teasing tripped
sideways slithered
your keened cries zithered
Every pixelated pore passing
Through a Scanner Darkly
Marooned 5 million light years away
240p rendered stardust fingers
sinking to my head
on our busted cryo bed
in this land of the dead
no air no care
nowhere but your galvanized stare
and your fists in my hair
This is the way the world ends
Time bends skin rends
While the blink red lens
Beams and streams
these broken ship’s dreams
Skittle diddle gravity drop
Roll drop stop
With a cherry berry pop
of the final bough breaking
and you and I forsaking
the last Tears for Fears
of our stolen years.
For what I want most
of that final gasping ghost
is the sweet seminal host
-a toast-
with my last breath held
the hollowed hull felled
As the World Falls Down-
As I drown
swapping Cinnamon snow
to your mouth as I go.
In seven nights
Paradise blights
Like the land of Nod
Where there is no god
And with one kiss
For a moment
I exist