carefully swallowing
horse sized pills
hoping
I don’t choke
even now I have
no fucking clue
what they do…
or how t ▪he▪ y work|
neither does anyone
sounds… eerily familiar
[ Doesn’t it? It should ]
Maybe I’m having a lapse
of false memory/
& my brain is really protecting me
from cyanide truths
–LM
I gave you the slip
beneath my dress
and by this act
scrambled your mind
I’ve wrestled the salt
from my hair
and now questions/
of loyalties lie
beckoning
for now
for always
the clock strikes two am
and there’s no one around
but you and your voice in my head
this could be momentous
I will say I’m honor-bound
and hyper focused
I cannot sleep
our bed is not the only question
that’s loaded
it’s never been
–LM
I can faintly translate this
bond I swore/
an acute immortal loyalty to an
obscure life
keep me so close
right next to your throat
so when you speak I sense
arrangements I do not resist
& arrive again to the conclusion
that in the end,
you s h a t t e r me back
into place&perhaps
it was always so…
–LM
I glimpse these hues
dark umber, taupe and ash
shadows on my photograph
whisk across your face
people say, mine does not age
but. [I am always changing]
I have to be at the airport
in two hours
fuck
insomnia
anxiety
grief
me
blue|screen
restart
Dark umber, taupe and ash
shadows on my photograph
splash across your face
people say, mine does not age
but. [I am always changing]
I have to be at the airport
in two hours
fuck
insomnia
anxiety
grief
& mediocrity
–LM
blue|screen
I admire the tattoos on your skin
they stimulate &
give away [subtle hints]
to who you might’ve been
|before me|
You know,
all those past sins
but I want to worship…
figures, my Creator proves
he can hide better than I
any fucking hour of the day
I’ll pretend Friday is hump day
even though like Nine Inch Nails
sang: everyday is exactly the same
Maybe it is, because it’s without you
So I’m left to languish
arbitrarily fastening what should be
torn and I’m not old fashioned
I’m pretty damned | I’m impressionable
《which is to say》
I leave
lasting
impressions
–LM
You cannot be heard
nor may you be seen
because who could believe
she likes to be watched
unknowingly
the mystic mythic magic of the seer
but the only truth
is sung agonizingly nearby
Cloaked in perfumed fog
full lips & rustic tongue
her song is ancient
you may have stumbled
upon a fragile carnal bounty
tiny fangs twinkling
as she smiles
Everything is delicate
as
antiquity
you shall not remember what day
nor what age you are
were
tonight
–LM
Authors Note: Inspired by The Last Kingdom
I sense fingers in the dark
my hands their own machinery
I sense you’d have me
coquettishly
describe my own topography
My linguistics &
my monopoly
Do I do battle in armor
or a body conscious dress?
Do I show fashionably late at the door
when I was never a guest?
I sense fingers in the dark
crossed for my collapse
but
they are not mine
They are not mine
–LM
she bares her flesh to me
glowing sungold under the moon
[So] I can’t quite call her
a marble statue
some such sight I’m sure you’d glimpse
in the Louvre
& fall quite passionately
yearning to touch, to fold
fingers against her spine
in real time
But then
unwittingly I freeze…
rebel against my every thought
my tongue netted with desire
& saliva & I think
I have just met
a goddess of lust
because I am struck
Struck silent
when she comes to life
places her hand on my chest and
purrs so lovingly
I just wanna feel your heartbeat
–LM
I want to fill your hands
like a stainless steel flask
I want you to eat
and drink me, like Alice . . .
Before this I could’ve
never answered the question,
When?
because the looming answer
seemed so timed. . .
[against unknown
odds
running towards
sdrawkcab
clocks]
Somewhere, your spirit is smirking
I know you, you said, &
I asked, why is a
raven like a writing
desk?
–LM
Cra/cked ceramic bowls
were once repaired with gold
celebrated and preened
instead of decried
for their flaws
never crushed and thrown in trash heaps
the way I’ve treated myself lately___
-LM
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