pinocchio

they are the rocks

that the quarry never answered

              (waitingforajoke)

or the                                       big bang

they are the dreams              

taking over my matter while you found

                                                                         the dungeon

                                        I keep them all in

it is the whale swallowing the wooden kid

δε∀†h                 θþξη                   ƒσΓ discussion

crazy means…

To look up at a cloudy sky
and feel the sun
to notice the stains on the carpeted bus 
              and live every drop of juice               every
fingerprint on the A/C vent                  every
                             crumb left on the seat
to look at your                                           face after so long
               and feel that I know you so little
to look at your                face       after so little 
              and feel that I’ve known           you so long

to board the prolific ship of my imagination without a pass 
to drive through mountains looking over precipices and 
feel my body fall and
                                        arrive safely each 
                                                                                               time
to step and
                            step and
                                                                step or
                                                      dive                into the everything 
into the nothing
                                         to love you with conditions and
unconditionally hurt you
                                                                           as I howl
to accept it all as is 
to trust as I am suspended and
the ocean takes             me                     ∇                and      out

 

bar-tending a heart

a shot please 
                        – was all that she requested
her hand waiting on that glass full of forgetting
instead your arrow went         right       through 
first her                                        left                        lung
               you didn’t stop there                                         no
her index was split in two as she pointed at your bow questioning
her eyebrow was arched into place by another shot
you stained her solar plexus too

                                       ↑
even her knee fell ←out→ of place
                                       ↓
you kept aiming          
                                  firing
                                                                    wounding 

until her shadow was heaving on the floor 

               and all that you could hear was her heart 

in love 
                                                       falling