You still made me feel cheap,
even in that 700 dollar suit.
Your voice and its wool chafe
rubbed me raw.

Stomach aches seconds after pleasure
Minutes stop for hours to come
Days, weeks, hope for future,
Regreting past
So willing to be conquered in that moment
The intent missed
The reasons, misinterpreted
Anger towards your footing, your best
My load seems lighter than yours
From Your side
Waves heavy on my insides
Steady on my mind
Pull, push, and prod
Evaporation takes hold
I grab tight to the particles
For [...]

What an angry place
Keeping me so warm
So safe from dealing
With the obligations
Of Being Big
Being more than
You feel your worth
Wherever that is
Where Four circles
Connected by lines
Hang upon the wall
Next to your mess
Beside your collection
Of Characters
The silence that comes
From an explosion
Of sound
Where empty bellies
And cloudy minds yern
For you to fill them up
And clear them out
I stay quiet
Heart [...]

Be to it
To describe you and me, in anguish
Gulit
Seeking higher landscapes with
Better Air
Where I feel undeserved
And it’s better you know
I am
Where you breathe calm, holding
My hand
Where you sit, relaxed
Breathing deeply
Transfering tension
In smoke streaming fingertips
Staring in my direction
Noise,
The noise that has no
Hourly Pay for
Seconds are truthful
And beautiful
None of changes anything
But this
This thought that lingers
And grows
Digging my [...]

Wanderer, dreamer, poet, traveler
my dear man, your life in words, and deeds,
spills from the pages of miraculous like
blood silver crystals, a brilliance that shone
through the darkness of humanity
I listened at the craggy edges of the world
for love and lust, the baggy pants tied with
twirled ribbon covered in patches that no
one would wear, you wore it, [...]

Our dear fashionista, Alexis bleeds some poetry.

after parting
with sweat on my stomach
and on your upper lip;
wide-eyed and breathing
i looked down as you sat up
and saw you
(what had always been you)
wide-open and gaping
and wondered to myself
how someone so small
could up and change
from crevice to chasm
all in one hour.

It
Feels
Like
College
Drinking Maxwell House coffee from
A broken handle mug
And watching garbage on the television
As I wait for a wheat blonde girl who
Is
Running
Late
A
Gain
In humors like these, in weather like this
Plans nag like canker sores
I count my friends present
Because we’re all stoned today
As the 3 o’clock sun paints
Highlights
On my plain blue carpet
I remember the sharp motion times
It
Felt
Like
A playground [...]

i see a darkness
and i know how little sense that makes.
no, wait a minute,
it makes complete and total sense.
outlines of trees
the sounds of animals projecting their forms into your mind
running water establishing landmarks
and even when it’s all completely dark, and still, and quiet, and hidden
the night is a rounded curtain, with the slightest sense of [...]

since it was perfectly difficult
finding ways inside you
and i made myself worry
throughout the next day
i stayed unwashed; flowered
for twenty-four hours
electric spice burnt civet;
mixing on our fingertip.