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
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
I always ruminate on death & though I swallow the fact that it’s inevitable I serve the entity with a restraining order
[knowing damn well it won’t stay away] perhaps it’s my aesthetic
no matter the case
It’s only a paper slip
to a human skull
these words are
immortal/in that, you & I
are supple peas in a mod
weaving our legend
in the absence of light
I sense poetry in all forms
____in every consumable
it simply needs to be constructed
from news articles on the expanding universe to brief snippets of conversation [seconds & seconds on seconds]
my doomsday fate
tragic shut in-case
timid & belligerent to a world
without you>>> fit for demolition
–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
the more I try to flesh out my creator the more I find myself estranged, there are times I am horrified but I hope against hope we are not really just a string of reality TV
though I have proof we are always being watched, changing the channel requires another suit, another set, a change of patterned tie. How insatiable our audience.
If you’re upset I swear you’ll wake up soon. Don’t let it win. I promise you’re going to remember everything. You’ll finally see yourself outside of yourself like a husk. Time is not fundamentally real.
Goodbye for now.
/_> 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 a far cry
from the girl
next door.
A satin riot slipped in a human socket & all my turbulence comes with hurricane force winds, indulge me at your leisure/be prepared to greet the neverafter.
I leave a glow behind like the green fairy, radioluminescence holding hands with thujone. A walking emergency exit sign lit all the time & I don’t mind because I prefer stars over streetlights. It reminds me of home.
I am the succubus you summoned in your passenger seat. The lowlit mischievous eyes glimpsing the rearview, eying you as you drive. I can’t wipe the smirk off. It’s one of many birthmarks. I’ll direct you on my pallid map to
the rest of
what’s left.
–LM
Someone compared me once
to Gretchen Ross,
when I was in school
& I twirled away the hour
chasing skeleton jumpsuits
& gray hoodies
knowing someday
someone would see Frank, too
–LM
My heart jumps loudly ahead beat by beat for a millisecond and it scares the fuck out of me, steals my breath and makes me question in that second if a second is all I’ve got left, & if it was, the first thing that springs to mind I’d never want to leave behind is you, nothing more astride the void the forever open door the bridge the hidden forge the lonely glow behind the Veil than you
& where your emptiness is, my love awaits to erupt like so much color/the birth of a nebula
there are black holes that go rogue & eyeballs in space with less thrust ahead/
momentum ad infinitum
–LM