Lately I deeply fathom his sense of sadness.
A Work of Art
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
Cerberus
Spouting fake accents in
unknown languages
Two faced three headed
Son of a bitch
–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)
