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Watch me survive as I cross the street without looking

10. August 2018
Allgemein, Word
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I’m kissing half a million birds when I kiss you
how much could you take
from the corners of my mouth
and will you put it back again
I want it back again

I glow in the dark when I’m with you
and you laugh
for twenty minutes
with your head back
on the remote

Calendars make sense when I miss you
and wrap myself in arms
the size of cranes
THOSE YELLOW MONSTERS
I can’t believe
you considered climbing

Would you go all the way with me
if there was no harm in falling?

Please tape my hands to your ribs
no this is not a fetish girl
I just want to
be part of something
I can’t control

And read my lips all you want now
the man in the mirror is sewing his mouth shut
and he’s like halfway done.

Eventually all birds must land.

TURNUPTHEHEAT

8. July 2018
Allgemein, Word
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Sirens from the distance remind you all this
might have been a mistake
as you spray flawless pentagrams
onto the gravel at the highway turnaround.

The cops don’t stand a chance
if you walk the devil on a leash.

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30. June 2018
Allgemein, Word
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I hear you breathe through the walls
we’ve painted not too long ago
three layers in two days
Will this be enough paint?
It should do for now.
it never did
though I’ve been waiting for
your breathing to soften
like meat in teeth
it never did

                                                  there’s no paint left
and white is not even a real color

                                                         I know that now

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5. April 2018
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Your hands strike a boulevard
Between this place and a place by the sea
I dream slowly
And I drive fast
With a gun in my lap
And your voice stuck in my head

All you asked for was something interesting
Like a kiss at the door
Clothes on the floor

But now I’m tired
So
Let’s not make love here
Let’s not talk it out
Let’s just not speak at all

We’re both full of what this room is full of
But
I’ll do my best to look alive
As you sing into my mouth
No, I’m not tired of these songs

the low-brow eroticism of intimate confessions

21. January 2018
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the monster under your bed
wakes you gently that night:

I dont care what everyone thinks
I like you more than just friends

and despite the bony ankles
you’re the creature I’m falling for

you roll your eyes
but eventually
lift your blanket
all the way

’cause you know
it will leave
as you turn on the shower
as you do every morning

’cause you’re clean like that

the captivity narrative.

11. December 2017
Allgemein, Word
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the story is simple again:
the hero is being chased and jumping off a moving train
the princess is trapped and unable to move
while you keep staring
with an open mouth
and I can just tell you’re dreaming
of something generic
so here I am
on the last page of the script
on the first floor of the warehouse
tied to a chair
with a bomb strapped to my chest
it’s the sound of helicopters in the air
and ýour voice through a megaphone
spelling out desires
that’s so you…
even now
you keep hoping
for the good stuff
but you got this
you own it
you’re killing it
you always have
it’s an all eyes on you scenario
the countdown’s running
you know your lines, sweetheart
don’t stutter.

The kind of thing people do to stay together.

28. August 2017
Allgemein, Word
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Look at us, all dressed up again

at the movies holding hands again

lipstick and perfume again

It’s not that difficult.

Foreign words in black and white

knowing our lines by heart

It’s not that difficult.

Or else,

Us on a stage, in perfect lighting

your voice through a microfone.

and ballroom dancing.

A laugh from across of the room

(It’s not that difficult)

 

All it takes is two dragons maybe,

or a night at the bar again

where I order the usual and you’re driving.

 

We lift the jewels from the trash.

We take our bodies somewhere else.

You have only one tattoo and it reads Saudade.

28. August 2017
Allgemein, Word
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It’s a long drive from your parent’s house to the place you started calling home a year ago.

You chew gum to pass the time and sing along to radio songs like nobody’s listening, because nobody’s listening.

You wish you could be the first person to travel Mars, but then you realize you don’t know all that much about Mars and that other people might be more qualified for the adventure.

You realize the stars make sense but they are boring.

You wish you had something interesting to tell at work.

You turn to your phone and type:

“Throw me in the middle of things! Throw me to the ground and step over me! Slam the door in my face like you mean it. Just for once.”

Silly you…

Silly for reading the primers. Silly for knowing exactly how it works. Silly for being vocal about it. Silly for being the only one not invited. Silly for showing up anyway.

How could you say this is easy a year ago?

When you threw tiny bits of pavement on the pavement and smoked just to the pass the time on the back of a truck

Behind a 7-Eleven, thinking about how Prince’s cremated remains were placed into a custom, 3D printed urn shaped like Paisley Park estate.

You just don’t get it anymore.

So you sweat into your dad’s shirt with no intention of giving it back when suddenly

Someone arrives looking beautiful

And they throw you in the middle of things. They throw you to the ground and slam the door shut, because they mean it.

And you,
You watch them step over your body and it matters less and less.