Realization Of Empty Spots

"But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived."

[en0mari]

Denis Johnson, Train Dreams - I got nauseous the first time I read this, a couple years ago

[en0mari]

It’s been so long since I last opened up about myself, even if I wanted to I don’t think I’d remember how

[dreamstars]

[lamignonette]

[en0mari]

The person of most love must leave a seven-month-old compressed cranium else, it isn’t love

It should leave then madder the junkie in the park, beneath the flat, raving at shrikes no one else can endure

You start wondering whether it damaged organs whether reaper strides, unconsciously like a lifetime addict caught off guard by his own

[en0mari]

[en0mari]

Smelling the long gone reek on your palms

this nook, beside your window

Wrapped in your many tears

I never thought linoleum could sprawl so far ahead of me; a lone child’s fever

Tis the first night since and

Tis second night will begin as I torch my eyes,

the sun seeping down the valley

knowing creepy-crawlies eat your daughter alive

[en0mari]

A vision was all but

a mirage of glimmering blur

Legs waver by the nightstand,

casting polar lights on

the white of an eye

I mouth sparse patches of grass

and, salad green lips, I must forget my days

Of potency

still slabbering to the curves of bygone coffers

I’ll have a moon

and the rest of this body with it

too? No ersatz glory will bear this speech

to a poppet’s ear, or

the man begetting her

[kosmogrl]

beach files pt.1

[en0mari]

I woke up to a dream, docks of St Lawrence Whatever the wind blows on the spume, covering porcelain Billowing curtains She shouts a "None of these spurious I'll tell you laters!" Above the muggle moans and roars of a peculiar bargain It had the mind falter, welcoming a saint surrender

Coated in emery, allowing ink to explain This slum, a furious craving for anguish Rattling her sour walls

[en0mari]

cw incest

The prostitute of cryptic severance shall be the hunter of lonesome daughters bathing above the mouth, the eyes, only two will see and speak of an impaling eclipse

The sun welcomes his child he made so adulterated, engrossed of occultation

This athropic stature mutated with prolific acid perforated larynx so I shall never tell

[en0mari]

My good dream

of sun

toasting this ivory skin

to a fruitful golden

To be seen in Arabia,

qarînah

This juice clarifies

her wanton loving

She feeds

and that’s why three men oded

before me

[en0mari]

?

William once told "You will leave by the town drain" For one wishes there were another road to desert this place than by train

This sunken land far from my girl's peckish hand Craving to cradle a breast but this nipple shrinks to the west breath

Surrender to the longer sail on a wavering heart, toward an unnamed utopia where words fall into a cornucopia

For one knows two insolubles heaven-shaking-thunder bombs sieging Kaifeng, when still stood a plinth

One wished for nothing more than Asphodel Meadows

[en0mari]

very poetic

[en0mari]

We travelled to Kyrgyzstan

to see the land

taste freedom

and feel the air

I saw you see the land

tasted your freedom

and felt the air

escaping your lungs

to mine

We love weeping willows

their shade

their hush

and their cover

I met you beneath my willow

It cooled my wavering heart with its shade

as I embody this melody

and am glad we could love, below

We love to sleep and dream together

You feel safe to dream of him

knowing I will stand beside you

I feel safe dreaming too

knowing I’ll be the only to love you

[en0mari]

Have you ever seen the sun lay

on the bank of St Lawrence

As the moon welcomes the lights

stretching from Beauport to Sillery

For one is always lost

to the seagulls and their cries

But you’re Ah Sun-flower!;

you always know where my fancy goes

You have already smoldered your eyes

Maybe so now that you have seen

you can feel

how I incline to you

I shall bend to see you

[en0mari]

Her lips are tinted with a yellow carnation Marvelled cyanosis better in winter We shall make love before June when columbines bloom

above my navel If ever a breach releases the pancreas and lets its all putrefy in the sun give it none of this bogus tenderness

you've acquainted most and will certainly control when you lay long enough on this embedded shale

before the tide you knew backwards crashes like steamrollers maybe waves maybe waves

A bed of shale