#vague nothing

[ra-venous]

you write of the ethereal unreal, subreal, you write of god and maidens. i shrink at the thought that perhaps you'd be embarrassed of me.

i write of crass love and allusions to riots steadily filling up hearts, streets, respectively. i don't bother with assimilationist rhetoric or hegemonic assumptions of how one should be. i'm not embarrassed of most things except maybe the pre-noon beers i ingest, an excuse to keep feeling dulled just enough to invoke other feeling just as uncomfortable.

[ra-venous]

saturday night wrist and sabbath as eyes tumble over estranged words tripping on fragments allocated only to the minds of those with weight of prestige

find solace in the thought of tangled vines creeping through windows of a freshly painted living room and footfalls to be resonated by those of friends and cat comrades making an entrance with sand-covered coats

[ra-venous]

deafening silence skips beats and i silence myself for the first time since last i was able to hold it together

[ra-venous]

28 - 12 - 2014

under rooftops meant to be

welcoming, warming,

we instead see pain drip from walls

and hurriedly tuck back our

childhood recollections

which manifested years post

as nooses we kept close