Sorry it’s been so long. Let’s see if I can keep this going. Sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been writing it’s just tough to put up. Enjoy if you like. This is New.
beer after beeer after voka
vokka after urummm
ater vokka
THEES are the things after
drinking
that are real
but only one thing
ONE
THING/
after this
thas made me feel real
-ashphalt-
cruying after what is
real, craying after what’s a
constatnt.
i put it in mh
batheroomm to try and realicze
what’s real ant what’s
somtehintg i mad e
up
i now you’re
my only one
I lknmow you’re the one IU love.
So i plead to you.
why
whywhaywhy
do you make me huttr
whhy do you make me crush the thought of you in my life for a real amount of time
for the idea that we can be apart
and funtion as one when really
we ar
two
in one
i try and make this accessible and
clean.
but in reality
there’s not any
possible way
to reach you.
*Love*
-A
Hopefully in a day or so we’ll have more words for you.
Alex
the heavens ope’d up their countless eyes and wept a falling sea
the heavens ope’d on my upturned face and i did not weep, not me
the tears like kisses ‘pon my brow, the breath of air so fleet
that a crescent moon of teeth grew large upon a visage sweet.
then stars like hands rose from the south to reach for kisses too
and grasped upon those fragrant lips with fingers strong and true
so while the sky was spilling joy upon earth’s verdant shore
my own soul windows were open’d wide and within I whispered, “more.”
-A
rich royal purple
to a bright
coral green,
you wash and spill
from
East to West
filling the
heav’ns with
bright shades
of joy and dark
spilling again
from sea to sea.
l’horizon d’azure,
grüne Himmel,
rojo las nubes.
-A
facilitate a
glorious growth
in me
Pour the universe
cas
c
ad
ing
in bright
blue/black waves,
a shimmering night of
knowledge and rapture into
my greedy
yearning arms
So that I may use
what I am given and
in so doing
give back
-A
smell of sweet cut grass
sharp relief for my homesick self
comforting as wine
and more fragrant
than a woman’s body.
New rain and dark barns
sore muscles
and tired eyes create
in me a heavenly state of
being.
-A
How does this look.
No. Look here.
My heart is what
I need you to see.
Yet some times it’s too
HARD.
-A
Fantasy unravel, leave me gasping
for water and starving for air
I’m tired of the sham(e)
you give me and I’m tired
of being the sucer who
smiles and shrugs each
time he loses with a
winning hand.
text with texture like
braille, but more icy
hot, more pain, sharp
as a cheese grater
press down hard
make sure you don’t miss a word
because if you take out one word
of 3 you have ambiguity two times
out of 3.
-A
furtive
restless hands
and lips
sounds of
rumpled
clothing
the smells
of passion
surround us
touching
skin on
skin
taste your
belly and
neck
see curves
and lines
so smooth
then do it
all over
again
-A
No Ondaatje am I
no Keats or Neruda
or Whitman or
Carroll,
but I am me.
I write myself onto
paper and you
may take or leave me
as you will.
Confusing, Contradicting,
formless, annoying, simple,
the same as the last…
Me.
Enjoy.
-A
