flash fire wary of epiphany

How it can get so warm
    a storm forever active
     Tornados crest at the door
       & humidity

       becomes//us

My love

At my worst,

LM

the fabulous neologism

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

pebbles in a lake.

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

reap the harvest

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 kind observer

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 woke expecting you there

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

the gunbug

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

the pussycat dilemma.

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

prostitute named Faith in South Central

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

chocolate chip waffles @ 0430

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