bank on boudoir

the little tears in my lace
  are from my own indelicate fingers
             three sheets to the wind,
                           dealt in haste
     everywhere they are placed,
        your tattoos [& the colors they hold
                                      stand emboldened]
                       
      I try not to stare, but
        I’m afraid I’m besotted
          waiting for the skylights
            to motivate me otherwise
                but I don’t think for a split second
                                               it’ll work
        
              I have to know now
               how you sound
                when you’re thrilled
                 and spill over 》
                  like my cup runneth . .

   –LM

the sublime drifter

I think anytime:AM is right on time
   for a little havoc on the white star
                                    line
   [they made silencers
                       for a reason]
     but I’m unburdening into assassination
                 coincidence doesn’t measure
     the crimes I took to be belittling &
        cruel, for example
        the Titanic was monstrous, it
   sheltered 2,200 passengers
                and you know what time it sank?

2:20 AM
         just add a zero
         clearly, someone did—

       [      conspiracy of failure.          ]

–LM

Authors Note: it’s just-us for me
                             [ justice ] – I Prevail

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
         
         
           
      
  

on a postcard; on a stair

braiding my hair between my fingers
    as I wither without a sound
    monitor the screensaver

it’ll compete with nature
    sipping mens’ souls
                like ginger ale/

       your place is the
         heart of my
              oral fixation
          I don’t think it gets much better
    
       than this, do you ¿

        I think we’re a step closer
     I think I’m a bad singer
        I think you’re not alone
             if you don’t want to be

              

–LM

wake up call

& when s0briety
    smacks you

this is your long awaited welcome
    a poison kiss
       do you feel
           again / irrelevant ?

  next time the drugs will
        whisper in your ear

       overdose

| × will you bare your throat

for the truth?

[it’s bitter]

–LM

unintended consequences

Don’t stop don’t stop
  I know you’re around the

Don’t stop don’t stop
  I know you’re around the bend
  & I know you’re cashing back
 in-
     -to this antique world
      where you don’t have to buckle up
       you don’t have to _fit in
        
There is really no requirement at all
  I only have one friend to bring along
   & she walks by my side
        wherever I go, so
    you see? We both hate
                            to appease
                        this futile shabby state
  we swoop in like storm clouds
         in/over crowds
              we darken pretty canvases
        with blood, we, mavericks, all

    I make no apologies
       we shall have our relief
         through ferocity through subtlety
             through the intensity we bring
        like dynamite to someone’s door
           or a little simple radiation
              glowing off the skin
               
          Don’t stop

 

   _(please)

–LM

the portrait

I think if I wrote the bones
        of a religion you would
       have inspired the first tenet
             
       love yourself as you would
               something you respect
        & if you respect no one and nothing
              what you then become you
          shall receive

        chaos begets chaos
          monsters beget monsters
         beget cages beget heartbreak
             begets targets

        infamy is such a high flag to wave
     Socrates said wonder is the beginning
    of wisdom
         [ I think the man was onto something
              when I scrutinize you ]

–LM