vi|r|gil

I had two hours of sleep
  I’m starting to come to the conclusion
    that there’s  [something wrong
                             with me, but| I snake
                                through the front door &
                                  still my nerves dance
                                     the tarantella]
   it’s raining
     and it’s not that I forgot an umbrella
      I don’t have one___ I’m listening
       to love songs, they haunt me like
        wanting you___ it never ends
  
              meanwhile,
                this widow on my calf
                   a w a k e n s

–LM
       

tuck and roll

here’s why two and two
  don’t make four per usual
     the compound:
           they may be twenty two
             they may be two × two
              they may be matrices
                                which in all three cases
                                     stand individually

now this is more thinking out|
      loud               》                  side
                           the
                            ■
                at 3 o’clock because
                   I can’t sleep &
                       I’m sorry
                         I just
                       wonder

after you
                      too much

–LM

authors note: see you when it’s appropriate to say good morning

shadow puppets

I think can hear you twisting
  in the dark & the sheets
  gathering and flattening
   right in place__ your thigh
    and my palm are in the same
    exact state

     [stretched thin]
         
   I love how your esoteric eyes
    turn like clockwork
     under wa×ve×s of stimulation
      I’ve seen a glimpse of
          how dark they become
            I know how consumed
          I shall be  [for I am already]

–LM

enchantment

dear sorcerer,
   I need to know how to control time
   I am just another girl, interrupted
  & I just need a second for
           your/some//sensoryadvice
 
 I have so many questions
            I don’t think there’s an end to them
           or this fascination, it’s amorphous
           it forms its own sentences &
                  it paints me garrulous
                          it doesn’t make any sense
                I can only hone your taste
          so-much my mind’s eye is glazed
     I need your help
                     sorcerer, penetrate my core
               with those eyes | open doors

           to heartfelt dimensions
         all taking a hard necessary swallow

》 in flames
            
–LM
           
             
           
              
             
 


    
  

         

photofinish.

Netflix doesn’t have this series
  I’m afraid it hasn’t gone to stream
      a tip of the hat I’d wager I’d give
      to anyone who is anyone’s best
                          but doesn’t know it

                           because
    
   there’s something to be said
   for interpretive dance
   though lately this drum & bass melody
   isn’t hectic enough yet

          poetry is the language
                  of the ludicrous
           surefire sessions in space
           I prefer zero gravity
                 in love with an opportunity
    
       [I’m writing my own villainous lyrics
                   on the fucking fly
                 don’t subscribe : I have no idea
                      what I’m doing]

–LM

direct strike

there’s a book on the coffee table
    I barely read more than the title
    but it seemed so interesting
                            [praised by Stephen King
              caught my eye// at the time ]
             
       by default my mind is riddled with you
             now that we’ve been reintroduced
                leave behind your fingerprints
                        like burn marks &
                        for once I adore the scars
                      I’ve been struck
                                by           lightning

  There was definitely a reason|
        unapologetically you give of yourself
          & I am withheld
               on reserve
               by request
              
       I’d love to meet
              despite the weather,
            January has gave birth to legend
                      before, so tells the narrative
        & I am best-served cold
                   like cash, revenge & peppermint
                  
              suddenly the reunion
                       deepened like darkness
                                  we’re here again
                     drying like cement
                       I can’t let go

–LM
         
         
           
      
  

Vulnerability-vou

the way shadows form
  on your face next to me
       disrupts everything
 my train of thought
    an off-track meticulous yearning
    benign but sponges in &
   
     I am dabbing at it
         an ocean of nectar
          sweet sap/ the fruit
          of an unburdener bearer

          [there isn’t only this once]

–LM
            

liplocked prophet

a maze of contradictions
      perhaps more than average
      perhaps just what the doctor ordered
           or so it was recorded
   in the beginning there was only a single
                                                                   light
                       & no one dared
   [think] it was the flicker
               of a BIC lighter
      they waxed the myth
                  of what there is
              with what isn’t/no matter
         how absurd| they took the Word
       for how it was written
          you can almost hear  the system
                                                   [as it is now]
       
                   》 closing in《

           polishing the lacquer you become
           unwillingly enamored as if you’d
               just paid a manicurist to fix
            infinitesimal chips in your paint
                     maybe it’s done &
                         sealed like a
                               vault

or maybe you’re not sure anymore
                  & that’s where I come in

–LM
      
          
                          

sour

the outreach is
                                      endless
                   & I’m seeing subliminal
                                      messages that
                              all seem to be
                                         saying the same
                                     thing

maybe it’s gone, my mind
  maybe it’s been for a while
        maybe my soul can’t help itself
                cause it believes pain is glory
                                 and the reward
                      is sitting right up front
                on a steel bird, fucking celebrity
                just as delusional as ever
             who are you to earn the keys
        to this jester kingdom?

    Death li ng ers at the gate
  I think I know how it’ll taste
  Unfortunately|

》LM

flannels & cocoa

the warmth on your skin
  is a welcome thing it
  takes place of meaningless
  conversation

  it speaks of happy endings
   & tastes like sweet breads

  rings like homemade butter
 reminds of a different time when
   [maybe] people were good to each other

   I digress,
    I know there’s so much time
  why am I in the state of mind
        like it’s wearing thin with each

passing

second?
    
–LM