chriskpoetry

he/him poetry sometimes, mix between what's been written for uni assignments and stuff i've written for the sake of it

[chriskhou]

What a waste it would be to throw these eggs away! [We've got a fridge]

These long days rowing boats remind me of how beautiful I thought the sun looked yesterday. I could’ve held it in my hands and blown - made a wish pristine and archaic, something biblical enough to remove me from here.

There is little control in placement or personhood, but there is much to hate all the same. My knuckles are cracked from rubbing against wet eyes. They yearn for a violence I could win. If you would just let me run sandpaper across them - freshen them up, I promise you’d like the color they would shine. I would’ve done it for you.

Perfection is a sin, one that lines the ridges of your face, settling around your chin, allowing your scowl its elegant animosity. I smile, a rodent made such by an obligation to survive without combat for preservation. I wait for you to see through it and tear me to bits - an honest expression of love.

You’re just so much bigger, aren’t you? A regular shark. Bite and writhe; you’ve mistaken me for a seal, bitten out my voice box before I could argue. I wouldn’t have, anyway, too little in it for me.

I’ll taste substances that’ll dull your wraith in my mind and save my tongue. I’m awfully tired. It’ll be the same.

[chriskhou]

Crystal Vase

To gaze at your lips one last time as you’re buried Orange blossom on my lips It was the most convenient for I loved you and tomorrow you’ll be nothing My darling of the stars, the waters Look at me, I beg! You’re much too enamored by the vistas Ireland is ever so far We’re but sprites roaming dead roads For stale biscuits, half-hearted embraces

You’re already dead I love you all the more You were gorgeous last night Golden enamel burning my eyes In dress and cloak and nothing at all Heaven is ever so close, you know A block away Past the corner-store selling cigarettes Starving men and felines

Kill me with kisses Remind me you love me, already It’s an empty house, this You the centerpiece

[chriskhou]

Ah, well

Withered hands reach out towards peeled wallpaper What’s left of the sky drips through the ceiling They grasp a picture of tree-trunks Beckoning beds of moss forming spore smiles The foundations seem to take a deep breath An elephant’s last stand in a cold savannah Trunks sweep towards bow-legged knees Memories of knee-depth in mud Showers in stalactites’ meandering dripping A prayer from Irishmen for stale tea Shell-shocked Scots with failing livers Pots boiling in the kitchen over embers

They shiver from nail-clippers Leave it all as it is Count the steps as they are walked down Sunrise through a makeshift skylight Your very own chandelier

[chriskhou]

It's a pull lever, love

It’s more difficult with every sip Somewhere at the bottom, maybe there’s a little love It’ll while away the time til the next pour And then, dessert Handshake and a chuckle Acquaint yourself

Would it kill you to smile? Tell a good joke and quit bouncing your leg What a waste Heavenly bodies shine - impossibly far Drool at their majesty in light years They’ve no hair to run your fingers through

It’s always morning Forevers in sandboxes past bedtime Granular desires donated somewhere or other They’re never yours You’re too old Smell of wood and honey and sawdust A rot of carpentry and God

There’s no image, no Adonis You’re already there Don’t leave it too long, now We’ve little time for waiting

[chriskhou]

Oasis

Tasteless anecdotes move your lips towards mine and I’m worried it’ll be like this forever Goosebumps spread like sepsis and freeze our mouths in place

I’d might as well be dead and you broke your back in the car Smiled showing me the rubble, rear untouched Regretting all and nothing in silence unnecessary Ends of threads seeking narrowing needle-holes Like gods rotting underneath couch cushions and windshield wipers Stars sleepless and subdued by guilt and chance

It’s all yours in nosebleeds and half-lunches A doe eyeing you with need I could choke on Deserving goes both ways, but a crossroads is too much You can have it I wouldn’t do anything with it anyway Just a plaque and a case and a hug from my mother A break from the imposing senses

And then, Well-wishes before rest Prayers to furniture deities and closed eyes

[chriskhou]

The night is young

God, do you ever shut up? It’s all ulcers, now Make it to the next ache To pine for woods I’ll never see Draped delicate across your face It’s a mess, you know The snow’s hidden it all

The winds seldom forget I’ll remember, tomorrow Damn it all The sun’ll rise and I’ll be sick again You’ll sing forever Beat your drums behind my eyes

I disgust you The skin’s starting to smell It reminds you of him He had a nicer voice Bury me in it

I’ll leave you dust and fireflies and nothing of worth just nonsense and scribbles and Damn it all to hell I didn’t ask for this - Just a favor Feed my family tonight

To bleed would be an insult Kiss me, please Remind me of warmth and curtains They’re nipping at me It’s all over, now

[chriskhou]

Fakhry salad with tawouk

I can smell it on your breath You’re going to say it again Spittle and pathos and a headache Til you’ve sated your thirst for dust Cough between your words

What’ll it be tomorrow? Still here Just stench Awed at the exorcism Comfort in an aisle seat

I’ve died already Leaving nothing behind Save for words etched behind my ears Curled in melancholy, reaching for the sky

You keep my blood imprisoned Vials embittering Brown as the sands you worship Gritty as your voice

Watch them wriggle Remnants of my blood vessels They run, fruitless Odor on their noses

[chriskhou]

The drums of liberation

Kisses for dead gods and bad drawings Pantomimes borne by empty bottles Spiced rum bitter, now Dripping from my chin

It’s all sex with you Give it a rest and look at the sky Orion shrugs his narrow shoulders Made gaunt by this little game

If I were a better man I would have shrugged sooner You’ve no caduceus yourself, love It’ll come to that soon

You shower me in nothing Foul stomachs’ air You’re all acid Learn yourself adoration

[chriskhou]

ode to a woman without eyes [They're not yours]

Gaze at me through orifices loveless Pickled and dried and hung in the sun overlong Sultry nonetheless The threat more than the pay-off

Cough like the hag you are Greyed as the whites of your eyes Given away or taken You’ve forgotten

Angel of my blindness Deaf to trumpets and horns Bellow for my beauty Crack the walls where they carry loads It’s all the same

Gasped to alertness Aphrodite in a blazer Halfway through eye-roll “Looking spiffy”

[chriskhou]

Reference

I’d give it all away - all for a favor A brush on the lips, a taste of sweet powder Sugar of your approval and aversion of your gaze

You’ve left me behind again Drowning in cattails and false promises I’ve no map Forgotten where the moss grows

Suffer me sweetly I’m barren of all things Forgotten in the dishwasher

[chriskhou]

The cats won't stop crying

They’re digesting what they’ve not eaten Making me hungry There’s nothing in the fridge but your face Left it there, not sure when You whisper, sometimes Through the neighbors’ windows The nausea drilling holes Letting the rainwater in And you won’t go silent There’s still something for you here

You liked petting the cats while they played their games Affectionate intruder All blush and decent jokes Do your hair differently, at least Let’s run a short pantomime Tonight, if ever

Some gin over ice A cigarette outside Your echoes and theirs along the valley lines The sounds of digestion Are you in there? You’re all liquid, my love All chunks and things Die, softly

[chriskhou]

Dance

Praying for a wardrobe malfunction Pull my pants down you fiend I’m wearing two belts And the air is stale, now Bless your soul

Pay for another drink Pick up the bill if you would I need money for the ride home Ten dollars and some change

The night is young, long and arduous The birds won’t sing yet When they do, though - Awaken me slowly With difficulty and ever so timid Tell me what time it is

It’ll be tomorrow I’ll love you still

[chriskhou]

Please, stop talking

The magis’ whispering falls on deaf ears and I have sold my watch and hairbrush Shaven my head full of hair They have no lessons left to teach me Skin and bone and shapes I no longer recognize

I can never love you again You’ve taken bites out of me and become a mirror Destitute with a numb tongue forming tastelessness Imprisoned between your eyebrows Furrowed and miserable

The hieroglyphs are faded into caricatures Anubis spit in the face of scepters and Horus has gone blind in both eyes The pyramids will fall with a sigh to no witnesses And I will burn the library of Alexandria I forgot how to read long ago Speaking further back still

I’ll sip on moonshine and forget myself Melt into the mountainside with or without you Just kiss my ears one last time Lie beside me on a bed of nails Show me that moonlight pervades the eyelids even of the blind

[chriskhou]

Stereotype

Entrapped in air bubbles audience to unbreathing beings whose tremulous fingers run through my hair Beckoning miseries whose morphologies escape me

I weep horribly in enclosed spaces of my own design knocking on seamless walls spattered with detritus Begging to feel anything else but a runny nose and disturbed stomach death is too easy to run to the hills Banquets embellished with ghost-foods and mistakes

I spit in the sun’s multitude of faces Burning my eardrums all too quietly

I can still hear you It’s not soundproof enough

[chriskhou]

Tuna

I left some things on the train It’ll be back in an hour My dentures and cigarettes Your lighter, a new color this time Almost empty of fuel but burns all the same

Cart came back empty Looks like I’d picked them up already - Somewhere else

Back round in an hour, then I can see my house from here

[chriskhou]

How blessed it would be

Kindly spit in my face Been a hot minute since I’ve tasted it Vitriol buried beneath your smile Never sweet enough

Bury me in songs you hate The fungus. swaying, making its way under my skin Adorned with your little pecks Forehead kisses making toadstools It’s funny

Choke me tighter, til it sounds like you’re telling the truth I’ll die having heard your favorite tune

[chriskhou]

Corner and a Light-bulb

Eat her with your teeth all plastic Plaid blazer bits stuck between the ridges in your gums The coffee holds her hand better than you could

Belt out some belly laughs and order things you don't want Feed whatever hunger you're chaste to Wouldn't hurt, now

See your tea reflected in the eyes that won't meet yours Love her with everything before I do