Another Poem About Coffee

with the collapsing star
that is enthusiasm
draining like coffee
from my cup
sit upon a leather chair
sticking to my skin
melting
peeling off the top layer
every time I move
intravenous
caffeine flows like lifeforce
waking me
I’m woke as fuck
drinking down another day
another smoke
another cup
missing everything in life
from fear of missing out
so hold your tongue
use it for drinking
for love
lets get coffee
lets be friends
lets just fuck
because maybe this poem
isn’t actually about coffee

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Fruit Salad

Pear shaped, sweet peach,
thick with nectar
fermented by the solar heat
cherry stems
strawberry leaves
apple blossoms for the springtime thaw
as winter leaves the land hinter
because bananas don’t grow in the cold
they need tropics wet and hot
around the belt
with pineapples rough
oranges juicy
stir about the melange
get the juices mingled and flowing
sweetest thing you’ll ever taste.

SPITE crawl time

Despite it all, I’m not tired.

Time flies like frozen spaces.

The clock has learned the art of stasis.

Dimension rips, demon scion faces

against the void of forgotten places

And I’m not tired, I’m barely wired.

There were promises I’d love to keep,

missed the train, taken flight

what goes up gets crowned by night

space contracts at the speed of light

sound expands at the beat of spite.

In spite of everything, I’m going to sleep.

Muffin

Found this one in my archive and decided I had to try to revive it.


You are my muffin,
and you are delicious.
I am nothing
without you in my wishes.
Every thought of you
is one I want to devour
every moment shared
turns from sweet to sour.
Whether chocolate or vanilla,
with or without banana,
To swallow you down,
would make me so happy.

Rose, O Rose.

Rose, O Rose,
of teeth and blood and bone,
drenched in flame and flood,
rose hipped beauty
rose water stained
on roseate cheeks
on roseate lips.

Rose, O Rose,
of seed and bud and leaf,
draped in smoke and silk,
wrapped in roseries
wrapped in Rosaline,
with roseate hips
with roseate eyes.

I rose upon the thought of her,
consumed by lust and pain
and on the thought of her
I took her name in vein.

Super Blue Blood Moon

Strikes tonight. Felt inspired. Wrote a poem, about well… you work it out.


Super blue
like powder deep in the abyssal zone
dusting off one closed nostril
suspended against a shifting dune
bad for the body
but fucking good for the soul.

Blue blood,
singing, shaping into form
a body torn apart by hormones
shifting, bloodsinger, rising moon
slake a thirst buried deep
with music in my mind.

Blood moon,
hunter’s friend, emerges high
taking being like being taken
ain’t a crime
let your blood moon shine
super rare
but happens every month.

geometric

Feeling colonial sentiments
like watching trains pass through the underground
like watching the metre tick up forever
inch forward
little by little
sediment fills lungs
with fear of the tides
washing away
power structures
rolling blackouts
across the continents
content to sit and watch
stars blink out
metronomic
trains passing
metres ticking
centimeter by centimeter
rains falling
continents drift together
is there a standard to be held
when thinking of how good I have it
I was born here, I will die here
what’s my geometric?

butcher-

upon the butcher block
piece by piece
upon the butcher block
render unto me

the fat, the bone, the skin
beneath it all I’m meat
no matter how marbled
beneath it all I’m meat

so strip away my veins
put me on the butcher hook
strip away my veins
bleed me dry

stick me with your blade
that’s all I’m good for
to you
that’s all I’m good for

blood makes me slick
truth in love is fucking sick
bite by bite
truth is love is fucking sick

render unto me
all that is owed
render unto me
undying love

an ocean between

So I’m working on getting three poems ready to submit to a journal.
I’m actually quite happy with the ones I just jotted down yesterday, so I’m going with those.
Here is the first one I fixed up, might take a little more tweaking before I’m happy to submit it. I think it is mostly the subtext I’m trying to give off doesn’t radiate through quite so much, but I’ll work on it.


sink below the waves
carried away by tides
unseen
open eyes in the salt
peer through the murky
depths

untold by modern man
drowning
lost my sorrows
between the land
just a continent
adrift
in the waters rising

it feels as though
an ocean between
us
opens
lay between us
ocean
lay between us
let my regret
forget
my sins
against

lay between us
ocean
lay between us
won’t you see
the appeal of the sea
familiar
waters rising
just two continents
an ocean between
closer
than ever before

poetry pieces

sink below the waves
carried away by tides
unseen
open eyes in the salt
peer through the murky
depths

it feels as though
an ocean between
us
opens
lay between us
ocean

lay between us
let my regret
forget
my sins
against you
lay between us

it feels as though
an ocean between
surrounded by land
familiar

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strip away my veins
string up my meat
by piece, by piece
string up my meat

bleed me like a pig
stick me with your blade
make me drip
stick me with your blade

blood makes me slick
truth in love is fucking sick
bite by bite
truth in love is fucking sick

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like watching trains pass
through the underground
like watching the metre
ticking up forever
inch forward
closer and closer
decolonial sentiments
sediment filling lungs
with fear of the tides
metronomic
washing away