Wood beams on the ceilings &
lowlights in gently revolving fans
love let loose
the berry colored candle on a
Crescent moon table
smolders [spine sha tte red]
tell the
pretty bartender I’ll have it again
[the Crush]
& blink all wandering people
on the way out
a way
–LM
forgive me; I must’ve
ran into you by mistake
my fault, don’t mind me,
I’ll
just sidestep
out of your way.
Answer though would you
?please?
Remind me
am I truly humanity’s peace treaty
or are you all really diseased
Signed,
The other worlds
-LM
*authors note: i need more friends
Rubbing the thick overnight’s kohl
from over
& under
my bloodshot eyes
Don’t even ask me why…
clawing
for the Advil
I need time to think
[space to br e at he]
Trying to recall the event:
[Good luck]
Corset loops and straps so many
Fucking
Straps
Un — hooked.
Let’s take this to bed
Let’s take this to the head^
You preferred your scotch &
the room billowed up with smoke
Within those plumes a familiar face
One I entreat to stay
Just a little longer
Just keep your eyes on me
Keep
your
eyes
on
me
–LM
Maybe this time
Surely this time
The poison is
Picking me
Tickling my uvula
Breaking down
Wearing me out
You can’t see it?
I guess, maybe
as I was told
by a man dressed
Impeccably:
I’m just that good at hiding it
-LM
Death, once worked overtime
near tiny furnaces designed
for throwaway
babies|
Lying rest to childrens’ bones
in pauper graves
aligned a big marble cross on stone
[&Christ a
solemn
:party of one. . .
strung up weeping tears and blood]
Even a grand bell ringing
cannot drown out the sound
of ricochet screaming
Even God cannot soothe
humanity’s collective grieving
Now that we’ve all discovered this truth.
–LM. (Authors Note: For the thousands of dead children recently unearthed in Canada’s schools.)
I had to reblog. Love this so much!
take my hand and show me the hidden way into your heart past garden gates & towering walls unlock shackles throw off chains take my hand and lead me through your night
Needle me on,
like a Thai tattoo
its permanent pattern
on your skin
like warm
smooth
cotton
[I’ll want to leave a mark]
& feel your calloused hands
along my clavicle
Grip and leave a mark____
Cryptic is not the term I’d use for
Romantic and it’s not but goddammit
Aren’t you one in the same?
I’m to blame and I know it
I thought __
I thought I lost the wayward dreamer
but now I don’t think I can
I think she’s part of who I am
–LM
Keep those cards
|close| though
Your tells are surely showing:
I also had this lesson and I was
Only taught Once___
but sometimes the soul speaks for you
&
it’s beautiful
It ignites your eyes and crescendos
your tone and suddenly your passions
E.X.
P. L. O. D. E. |intofocus|
I wouldn’t miss it for the world
The flash of transformation
like a sprightly glory dream
A rosy rogation of
Who you truly are
I wouldn’t miss it for the world
I wouldn’t miss it
–LM
Yearning can know no interchange
[NO SOLICITING]
[NO >>>>TRADE]
it is the same record on mute
or so the sign says
The bold misunderstood translation
Along a bouquet of funeral flowers
&
crushed wedding day doves
laid an eerie pastel flute
tuning ominous notes
for a deaf woman
She has the most magnificent
summer garden
Asiatic lilies as big as your head
Goldenrod dreaming
Minus the gore
Sunrays on whisper white feathers & grey
–LM
{I passed out on the couch,
and I saw her benched there,
reminding me to ride her coaster.}
I was roaming in the dark
Searching for you and I hope
Dear God I hope you felt it too
I hope there’s some semblance of chance
Sweep my hair from my face
Curls and waves
Strawberry hemp mango trace
I am reaching out All the time
I think it’s in vain
I think you’ve been gone
I think I’m playing this [game?]
Alone
& you look on with glee
Pity?
From your usual distance
Something told you to stay away
I am too volatile
Too… much [for you to handle]
Right now
Or any time
–LM
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