Fractures

I wake before the birds sing
& before the blue glow
My body is trained to do so

This headache travels from one side of
My                                                   Brain/

Totheother and
I don’t know if I should worry _
Or if anything is worth worrying
About

[There’s so much shit
I wanna tell you now]

Like how I know it’ll never be the same
We can’t build-back together
You can’t empathize with pain
& you can’t/
_grease my palm

into forgetting you were always:

by every/any/one else’s side
                             but

mine

–LM

My Vote Was Yes

The threat of loss
makes me a beastly creature
                                       and yet

the thought of loss
(determinate) on
(Who why & what)

Brings me to peace

Some kind of peace

–LM

My Life Sentence

Don’t you dare judge me
Pretending —-
you’re my judge and jury

Poor you, the faint martyr
Who knew a little>>>>>           distance

could
do me good

& raise me from your sickness

Who knew but [me]
That in the end
You could do a 360
& find
there’s no one in the box
left

cheering your superiority

Bang your gavel and let it rest
I’ve served my life sentence

–LM

The Predator

I know you!

We’ve met

Time
and again

Your. . . soul– what’s
left of it
 
seems to
               bounce ^
around with
               different skin

–LM

4AM Train

A generation of trauma

Near misses
Full on hits
and
the impact
is enormous

A generation of lovesickness

Reaching out
into some sort of abyss
preaching praise &
dividing secrets

At dawn’s infancy burning
yawning caverns of loss
smelling of sugar, cigarettes
and citrus

Yearning for respite
searching for perfection
[the passage of escape]
Be it smoke, drink, blade
A generation of trauma

& the train
bellows

–LM

(Photo by 

Matthew Malkiewicz)

Scrying

I remember a time
when the power cut out
& suddenly noticing
how many fireflies
sparkled that night

I thought, breathing summer in &
so content,
each firefly, like us, has
its own message
they only flicker to their rhythm
in their time, at their pace

In that moment, briefly perceiving
a little… precisely how
a higher power
could make sense
of us

–LM

Sundowner

The war is now, the white raven
warned, and you’ll touch the sky
when you raise your sword:

Even if the battle is ruthless,
you’ll progress, knowing,
you wore it all on your sleeve.

His lips will move,
but the message
is lost in the dark

& through those shadows there
you may find peace in shedding your skin
knowing you can begin anew

as once impenetrable fog is whisked
A.              W.            A.              Y.

—LM

Dog/bit

My nose has stopped bleeding
but I still taste metal,
(I’ve stopped searching for the moon)

My rosy lenses now shattered pieces
I see you, glass and stone _
matron
marble
statue

Its got to End (worn game, your charade)
With a taut voice you chisel love
& inspire rage, dis

                                   dain

I have to ask: is this
what
you
need
right now?

I have to ask: will you ever learn? (Or)
Use your identity just to remind (guilttrip)
Who gave me birth?

I learned a long time ago I was never first
I learned a long time ago:
Who was first
Was it you?
Or your extension?

–LM
 

          (AUTHORS NOTE: you play me too often, even if you dislike the song)