They say Jupiter is a cannibal
how do you think
he became so large?
Aren’t we all just
an amalgamation
of sorts
Ravenous to our core
I think the source is a thirst
for experiences
solely my own but
I yearn for those composed
& conjoined with you
who else
We’re everything
–LM
I’m busy doing the job
everyone laughs @ me for
[predicting the future]
leaving notebottles in the aether & then
retrieving the ones I’ve discovered like
so many gold coins
the words are treasure
these notes I find
aren’t addressed
specifically______
somehow I imagine
they truly are for me
I know why I’m called crazy
l o o s e l y
[its all fun & games
you’re just subjectively crazy
& people like it because
they’re crazy too]
I’m going to send a message
Now
I’ll see your model ship afloat
in waves
–LM
Honestly, today was a bad day. I yearned for the feelgood end & I mourned for what I never had and somehow still’ve missed out. I am at a loss to loss and lost in a field of others’ wild roses. Late bloomer doesn’t cut it close. I’m trying like hell to see the fairytale but my grown-up vision views the ideal as increasingly stale. I need rose colored everything to shade the cynicism. Paint the grass green & let it rain it’s the only way I’ll deem it healthy. I’m starting to like turning off the light.
Nothing
is
perfect withou
Press Y to continue
Everything is a mess except for you & me and I will do the courtesy of protecting you until I no longer can and it’s possible everything bottled oozes out-takes over bloodshot weeping like poison oak. It’s detrimental & I hate it just as much as the next to tell me to stop baring teeth & endure it. I like to be cruel in tiny doses. My shadow has wicked edges like a natural weapon. Its language is sharp. It’s smarter than me. It lacks subtlety. Sometimes it speaks ahead but I will never go to war with you.
You’re the only reason I’m here.
–LM
there’s a certain tune
that flows with fetish prose
early morning footfalls
in-between the breakfast nook
Round the corner
a gagged mouth
desperate eyelids flutter
as he buries into
the slick,
the only sound is flesh
–LM
How it can get so warm
a storm forever active
Tornados crest at the door
& humidity
becomes//us
My love
At my worst,
LM
I am a Pacman for secrets
I love to absorb your l[o]st
while you call me divorced/
from/
reality/
Ever wonder if Sheogorath
had a brilliant point?
This work is my Wabbajack
–LM
if there were ever romance,
we could personify it
@330 AM stranded on the pier
of a deserted island,
recording the faraway glow
of a team of two.
–LM
Well met, lovely gardener,
languishing with the Sun
every morning:
I wait while you’re awash
fierce dripping flesh
in your rainshower
I am your honeysuckle reward
no one cared properly for or since
& when I rebel I break through
concrete in sacrilegious color
know despite my visceral thorns
in conscious relief
I seek your vengeance,
for all your faithful labors gone remiss
under your warm meticulous nature
I will become ideal
–LM
the dreamy kinesis of falling feathers
as I mount an esoteric ladder
I AM ungovernable at best
temperamental at worst
[researching spiritual rebirth &
the effect of sex
hit the deck]
unleashing orgasmic bliss
from a canyon/ no,
an awfully verbal mountain
comparative to myths
of biblical proportion
I spy/I spy
on your feet, now, soldier
we are leaving
–LM
I always ruminate on death & though I swallow the fact that it’s inevitable I serve the entity with a restraining order
[knowing damn well it won’t stay away] perhaps it’s my aesthetic
no matter the case
It’s only a paper slip
to a human skull
these words are
immortal/in that, you & I
are supple peas in a mod
weaving our legend
in the absence of light
I sense poetry in all forms
____in every consumable
it simply needs to be constructed
from news articles on the expanding universe to brief snippets of conversation [seconds & seconds on seconds]
my doomsday fate
tragic shut in-case
timid & belligerent to a world
without you>>> fit for demolition
–LM
The Lexicon 
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