I was sixteen
he was too old for me
But
we both loved words
So I let him
Kiss my verb
He tried to
strip my thoughts
But the zipper kept getting caught
On my tongue
Or his baseline
I’m not sure which
one
Bright like Black smiles he was
raised on Holloway St.
Where they brew poison
that burns like honey
Taking swigs on Sundays
Until the bottle is finished
I took a sip
And haven’t stopped drinking
Since
his lyrics slipped down my throat
almost choked on the word bitch
But censors couldn’t stop his flow
He wore precious stones set in metal
A medal
To hide rope burns
I learned that he was born in the Bronx
Explained his accent
And his grit
We broke up once
Because he wanted to fuck
Every girl in the world
But were back together again
Call me an alcoholic
because as I lick
The foam from my lip
All I can see is the sun
Reflecting green glass
On concrete
Our symmetry
embedded in
Beats and trees
The ones he smoked
And the ones I wrote
On
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
I have five minutes to write
I slid in between bars
contorting to fit
neatly in this space
but chaos;
matches in our eyes
toes coiled to the soul
climbing up my wall
kisses laced with lies
innumerable exit wounds
congregating in my mind,
chaos
doesn't fit neatly
and I have five minutes to write.
contorting to fit
neatly in this space
but chaos;
matches in our eyes
toes coiled to the soul
climbing up my wall
kisses laced with lies
innumerable exit wounds
congregating in my mind,
chaos
doesn't fit neatly
and I have five minutes to write.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Heartprints
Words
writhing on the back of my tongue
burning taste buds
prying lines from my neck
mixing pigments in my irises
the perfect shade of
black
the kind the moon soaks in
peeled back
and dipped in sugar
forgetting to write
this down but
you were here
writhing on the back of my tongue
burning taste buds
prying lines from my neck
mixing pigments in my irises
the perfect shade of
black
the kind the moon soaks in
peeled back
and dipped in sugar
forgetting to write
this down but
you were here
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