50ftBuddha

When my love swears he is made of truth, I tug at the teardrop from the corner of his eye and watch his skin rip apart. Like fabric, his seams come loose and burst. Envelopes of letters never sent, shoved in the back of the filing cabinet in hopes of being forgotten, seep out of his exposed flesh. "What's this?" I slam. His pupils dribble down, "Nothing, my dear. Come in for a kiss." I comply and wonder why I see their faces in his teeth. Thousands of smiles etched their features into his incisors. I can see her lipstick smudged into your locks. I don't care if the fur coat she wore was faux. Because you gave it to her, and she won't forge

it's been two weeks. i saw it ten days ago and have been pondering reply. so i shall begin here: your words have not fallen on deaf ears, bitter meaning. they made their way back to me by some just will of man. or some must that wandered where we used to stand. but the icepick you left where you used to stand should make up for my final words to you, i suppose. but i propose a toast, a formality of truths finally rendered. if we're being honest, that is. if we're being honest, i feel as though you ought to reform your swollen cheeks and chest that you puffed out in a blaze of gas-lit mistakes, and reign it back in with a regal s

Sickles, crescent moons, two little cups holding... well, not that much, neither of us are exactly expansive. Cast from a similar mould, if not the same – he still has a good fifteen centimetres on me, which is only to be expected, since my mother's much shorter than he is. Funny combination, that, her colours, his shape, and that one little quirk that the two of us share, though my siblings don't, the hip-bones carving curves into otherwise linear bodies, the skin over his rubbed raw by denim, mine not so much – half of my days are spent in tailored trousers designed for school, although it seems that's what my mother ex

i am glass and i am breaking and all you do is grind your heel down harder

i love you and the sadness you call something else, how you wear life like an old coat, three of its buttons sewn back on and i love you like i take my coffee medium dark and strong as you sugar kinked, knotted as your hair in my hands wear me to sleep my hand atop your hill of hips, you wear me close both whole and broken, three of my buttons sewn back on

This man, he lived in an apartment alone This man, he made barking sounds all day This man, he wrote stacks of words on notebook paper That no one would ever read This man did not fit into normal society This man went shopping at three AM When the stores were crowdless, and he could Get the good shopping cart This man didn't know when to stop drinking His barking became slurred, and sounded like loss This man lived inside my head until I wrote him down On paper that no one will ever see

moonbeams lift me up into autumn's dawn and your morning eyes

you fool. i could have saved you from the needles that drove themselves between your ribs – could have showed you how to build a wall that'll keep that pitiful ego of yours comfortable and safe behind the prettiest carved bars you ever did see – you went for your guns when i bared my flesh for you. try to shake hands with a clenched fist and you'll see why my tongue turned sour, all my empathy for your pain but not one ounce of sympathy, you idiot, turn on the one hand that knows where to find food and you'll starve at once – you don't care, but it'll sting one day; believe me, i was the one who bled in last year's pan

In revenge, we have set fire to our mother's womb where all life emerged, where the shadows of countless pillars of smoke fill the skies of oceans from coffers burst open pouring forth stains of prehistory risen from the dead by the reckless children let loose upon the shores of glacier salt licks to haze the land with deserts that choke her arteries; the relentless march to the sea where there is no welcome- to ravage the spices of her jeweled neck and arms, to lay barren her thousand bosoms, to defile our first and only home that lays at our feet waiting as our yearning gaze points us to the starry firmament unti