I’m a machination of perversion for some,
I guess I asked for it
because my words writhe
pale & seductive
and the voice you hear
is feminine
These safeguards are for nothing
this love, I have a lot of
though I’m not sure of
a lot
call me a stickler for details
I want to be good [enough]
please tell me so,
it’ll help, but everyone knows
even Marilyn didn’t want to be Monroe
–LM
I listen like an unpaid therapist
all worth the pieces of heart
I place
@ your discretion
in my back
pocket
grant me access
my palm rolls over a blanket
the way it would the small of your back
[my only regret]
electricity in your nerve endings
would not appear visibly
the static lightning I’d long to see
hidden from view
like our touches in the darkness
–LM
The thing I scoff of body positivity
is that my body has never been positive
to me
just stubbornly
alive
I can’t shake the irony
but I think I haven’t run
afoul of minute minutes yet
prepaid life & heteronyms
–LM
I saw a man dancing with an alligator in the water & instantly thought of my own wedding
[ that hasn’t happened ]
where everyone I know in the future will say how beautiful I was on that day
[because it’s social etiquette
like telling a pregnant woman
despite how she feels
she glows]
I think even then a dark cloud
will hover
tsunami-like
rolling over flowers & bakery favorites
ingesting joy & tears
of happiness
all the while the bride
in some kind of white
has a bite force of 2,980 psi
-LM
Turning on the eye box makes me shrink into a listless state of transience I don’t think I can take another commercial break get your two-sense in quick I gotta say I love shoving the window shut to close the wound of autumn rain telling myself I’m gotta keep my screen dry for heaven’s sake
There are car doors slamming shut|
& it’s 12:38 please tell me the men in black are miles away nobody could possibly be listening there is no way I am all that interesting I’m vacillating something is driving me something intense needs to be quelled on a daily basis eight man band[width] just like the Titanic if it never sank & guess who’s sinking this time me me me me
Don’t run around the pool you just might trip never should have gotten on this cruise ship these tremors God these tremors
I’m a little out of it
I swear I’m not on drugs
they’re bad kids, you know?
I quit the reefer and became a referee
blowing the whistle
–LM
there are many roads I long to travel to end nestled in your arms & it never stops
I bury this need in my flesh
before it burns me alive
I can’t taste anything
without taste of you
I can barely hear the sounds of the world
if your voice doesn’t carry
& you don’t penetrate to lead
I’m exploring head first under deep surf
It can get pretty reckless,
this feeling like I’m about to implode
I just need the trigger
p u l l e d
myself stretched
& tested
to where bounds have none
replaying a version
of loves reunion
again & again & again
for all time
–LM
I’m waiting for the next thing to befall & crumble me like pools of lava clean skin & drama drama drama I’m waiting for the role call & the soapbox the community boosts my immunity automatically I guess it’s a joke I’m autoimmune to rushing trains & nirvana
I’m taking a risk by telling you this but not all is on the fly I zipped wrong and I’m caught
someone once told me I have balls of steel
he loved kids more than his wife
–LM
I was supposed to die today
my conscience warned me so;
but today isn’t over yet
so if I have to spend my last hours
rummaging around in a chicken box
I may as well be searching for Christ
I know the egg came before
–LM
I wish like hell sometimes I was on drugs
I wish like hell sometimes they weren’t
maintenance
so go ahead and call me high,
like PawPaw said but I’m waving @ you
I know I’m a handful
and you’ll need a handful
but it’s all good, I can carry your weight
in fact I much prefer it these days
& that goes without saying
how familiar this horizon appears,
like an archway in a painting
of the house of your dreams,
the one I’d be blissful to give,
Nearly, my God;
–LM
I terrify myself when I let go and spray emotional bullets like an AK
I try to hide the rage
everything I project I’ve seen before
like a child
maybe that’s where the Lexicon
has its origin
maybe I rake the leap;
pile leaves in fall waiting
for the mask to release
I’ve grown so defensive I don’t let it slip for a second
everything you see is an act I cheated my homework in survival class
I had a vindictive teacher
the only skill I taught myself that I’m proud of
I know I could be a great negotiator
the person you read
is insane
&kept awa[ke]y
please don’t damage the porcelain
we have guests
–LM
The Lexicon 
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