How it can get so warm
a storm forever active
Tornados crest at the door
& humidity
becomes//us
My love
At my worst,
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 need undisturbed sleep
I need not be consumed
as silky smooth vore
for the imaginative
I need to keep my soul intact
I’m screaming out in my dreams
simultaneously not making a sound
& when I creep up behind
you’ll leap out of your skin
–LM
Press any key to continue
Right now they’re indulging errors
hoping for a system reset
I can’t stand it when you stare
while I’m powered down
under a pixelated sky
green blocks of trees
& gifs of clouds
scientists have made
a living skin replica
for robots
I guess Detroit isn’t far off
–LM
Hold me by the waist
& let me slither on top
as you sleep
felines are supposedly soul thieves
via your baby’s breath
I would replicate that sentiment
the cheshire grin
that slowly fades out
in your backyard
unsettling stars
& returning back
in bed
–LM
You took a leap of faith showing
your face here,
gotta say I like it
keep coming back.
I’d tip you personally for your patronage
because poetry is wet
attention is golden
& my words smell of death
somewhere the carcasses of old
bloom with stiff petals|
collapse to dust
You know this shit keeps me lifted?
I read what I like and who
I like are the ones ridged with
passion, unafraid to get
their ass kicked
I hope it’s not one sided
I’ve had enough of unrequited love
for thirty one seasons
–LM
I am listening to Skeleton at 4 am
cracked a can of Rockstar at 3
when I woke
suddenly, like clockwork,
always a tragedy
& as the water starts to boil
I hold onto my seat
with my voyeuristic tendency
and nightlight insecurity
shedding my exoskeleton
updating the procession
with a new variant
[ & since they started
construction on this road/
this will never end
stop the press ]
I wish I had these
thoughts to share
with you, honey
I know I wouldn’t feel so alone
–LM