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Hey, Sky Eyes

Drop it right now
You’re one of my favorite few
Can’t stop me right now
Like you’d even want to
What do I do?
You’re one of my favorite, can’t take it
You’re one of my favorite few…

~*~

Infatuation is a stupid word to use on you

And I am about as optimistic as a sinkhole

But these hands are clumsier as they deign

And nimbus clouds grow brighter as it falls

.

It’s out of hand, limerence aching for a getaway

Ecstatic until I’m plastic like dandelion sundays

I can’t be grounded out in the cold, so stay awake

I’ll hide the blush in my skin, if that’s what it takes

.

My dizzy head lies in double time, and my vision’s red

You’re too far from home, but that won’t stop the dead

And a half in my dried mouth, so I’ll keep on ad-libbing

Until every disaster hears the conversations still ongoing

.

The night is a black eye and the purple moon’s just jealous

As ready set stars in my head are restless and overzealous

And I never have time to play favourites when I feel down

I may be a thorn in your neck, but you’re my flower crown.

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in which love is just another imagined story by a hopeless writer who has dysgraphia

“and though to my arms you are forever lost,
you are a prisoner in my fantasy.”

~Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

~*~

you are my sweetest fiction,

conjured, derived from the very ends of

the lacklustre impediment

that is my algid imagination.

light calla lips flushed pleasantly

(though, i may only be imagining it so)

elusive soul a taunting fugitive

(from which i could never hope to catch

with bare hands and bare feet)

cerise smile melting upon liquid gaze

before i then realise—the blood was my own.

missing birthdays, unsent letters

piling into sealed dictionaries upon my oaken desk

and again, i weep the night sky

in the grievous absence of your starlight.

falling, falling; lilies, lilies,

plucked like shimmering innocence

from the skin of my gritted teeth, sighing

irreplaceable—!

though, your divine body is not mine

to ruin and revere relentlessly

under eternal storybooks and lost volumes of

anthologies, the empty pages

all at once interjecting: “impossible?!”

but, is it always so? must my fluttering shyness

be short-lived like your tyranny?

surely we must not always adore the

blinking butterflies, cascading iridescence

billowing solemnly into my reverie—

accidental interruption.

aralias, aralias; painful, painful;

i am to dirty fly as you are to decadent fruit

dragged down rather cruelly into

the ad infinitum of your fiery veneration

and i am unable to twist my words into cathartic

crashing, collapsing, holding it in…

but, i do not mind at all; for i lost mine

the moment you slipped from enthrallment into

the ache of my charismatic sternum,

submerging me in pacific oceans of desire—

enchantingly alluring me into the cozen, shackling confines

of the prison you call your heart.

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I Have My Reasons To Live; You Got Yours?

And darlin’

I don’t need constant reminding

These eyes aren’t merely smitten

I chewed off more than I’ve bitten

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And darlin’

You never have to worry about a thing

For such limerence is imperishable, no

And you’re the only reason it doesn’t go.

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Headlines & White Wine

I could never tell what’s on my mind when you are inside it

Lenient limerence against the lashing lacerations, on repeat

Over a cypress tree you painted in grey and told me to climb

Vagabond heart hiding behind a million branches, I can’t find

Elusive footprints you left in the virgin snow sing a soft melody

Defying the limbo I’m trapped in, fugue nightmare of my vanity

Your cinder block notes and forte strings cut me to the very bone

Orchard chasing sunset, counting sparrows until we end up alone

Undersea glow that drowned my eyes in a steady gurgling cadence

Victory you’ve held apart from me, my darling southern enchantress

I see now the sky you perceived, the suicide reds and sweetest scarlet

Clairvoyance of the words you tucked in my head, I won’t ever lose it.

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leggiero tenor

sunlight on water

lucid aria in tenor

soft nitroglycerine

of my sweetest sin

a severed limerence

in cliched eloquence

lit codas in baritone

a sonata i call home.

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Verse End Chorus

“But it’s gone too far, your butane mouth will spit me into flames
Sorry ’bout it, I can’t help it, I’m an anarchist in love…”

~*~

just how much do

i admire every

verse and chorus?

darling, it’s lethal

like the catalyst

to a stained disease

and intruders

leaving footsteps

all over my red arteries

distractions of

the remedy dangling

behind the knives

at the very edge

of all my fingertips

dislocating broken bones

hurting me madly

yet i suffer jubilantly

if only for sedition.

and i do not lust

for tactless fantasies

it’s just far too artificial

and segmented

and drawling cliché

for me to take in earnest;

the scissors bite

deeper within my veins

and my blood is far

more crimson than pale

for such contrivance.

this adoration of mine

is unconditional

and a cold withdrawal

and it is sempiternal

as their mercurial eyes

taint my clouds

and crash them again,

affecting a hazier

fog in my ponderings,

painting my day with gold,

disturbing my nights

with daydreams.

though; i do not seek

superficiality, nor

the obscenity, nor

an intravenous

palette of emotions

to fulfill my sorrows,

contradict confrontations,

and substitute for

my own subconscious.

i’m too wasted to

be sober on the lights

of a reluctant soul

i’m intoxicated again…

i stray from orbital passion

yet i am drawn into

each unspoken reverie

and my limerence

is quite liquid and lithe

as it paints the lettered canvas

for their blank horizon.

and dear, i can simply hope

to sell all of my stars to

remain in the cheap seats

wishing that someday,

your songs will stretch

past the universe of infinity

and reach my eyes—

and i’m fervently faithful that

in another eternal dawn,

i shall gather enough sturdy rungs

in my concatenated ladder

to finally reach my melancholy

darling blue moon.

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The Violence and the Infarction

Was I the coruscant antebellum kindred

To your predilection of extraneous vagary?

Aeon past the tachyon of obsequious depredations

Within thralls of specular painstaking coterie

My reprieve was but an aspersion of its faux edifice

Construed and cogitating in a stringent sepulchre

The drivel of platitudes and pugnacious respite

The pinnacle of obstinate, sulphur tongue abjured

The tomes writ under tantalus, narrating its temerity

A paragon of predicament, deleterious I may be

So scourge me in pugilistic nostrum and brash facsimile

Audacity and recidivism alike, burning constabulary

How succinct you are, garmented in laburnum clamour

As gregarious plaintive impertinence vehemently quavers

The verboten of pretentious and erroneous miscreants

Tidal waves of synchronous aesthete, pale arrogance defiant

Was I the exculpated alla breve you defended quite magnanimously

Your aspiring coltish sphene of the sacrilegious cognoscenti?

If only these coronary provocations were veritable, not desultory

The emolument for infatuation are naught but languorous presentiments.

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Viva Angelica

Your shoulder blades

Peaked like angel wings

From your back

As you wore a pink

Jumper ten sizes too

Large for you

And laughed it off

With a musical pout

And a wave of that

Oversized candy sleeve.

.

Doleful, not sullen

With pixie dust eyes

That intoxicate with a

Mischievous wink

Your strawberry blonde

Hair was your crown

Traipsing lighter than

Flying dandelions

And you were like

A fiction fairy.

.

My astringent angel

How fickle you are

A star amidst flowers

In a field of dreams

You make me wonder

Why not all ethereal

Creatures ascend to

Heaven, and yet you

Make me feel quite

Thankful for it.

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Cinderella Stars

You’re busy drawing hearts
You run your fingers down the glass
An open mirror
Now you’re sleeping in the front seat
Like a crushed leaf on the concrete night—
Tonight the center of the sun will separate in sparks
They’re climbing up the sky and down the dark…

~*~

Just let the sky fall one more time

Kiss my Cinderella stars goodnight for me

It’s a stubborn weather, but baby it doesn’t matter

There’s a rule in my tongue and a reverie

We never chased—we collided angrily

All that vitriol, it hurts under the skin to see

You were always late for the crystalline ball

The stiletto shards lodged in the eventide hall

But we’ll play dress up with crowns and monarchy

The night is sempiternal, never ending at twelve

Hold your fairy close, pumpkin, don’t be sorry

This is only a tale mended by rats and elves

Maybe the clock will rewind back to the 70’s

Under moonlight, you’ve never looked so sublime

So kiss my Cinderella stars goodbye for me

And let the sky fall one more time.

~*~

Now we broke another bracelet
Tore it off your wrist tonight
And now that Cinderella’s gone
She swallowed up the sun
A middle-class explosion would be nice
If we’re the dynamite…

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Gold Memory Impression

And life is a joke, at least I can love you
Naked and tattooed, counting the stars and scars
And if the pain is a sound, let’s slow it down
Desperate times and desperate measures
I come so close, my hopes are severed by the downside
A million waves in the ocean crash at once
To make you smile…

~*~

A million gold chain links keep me

From reaching your constellations

Idled in a twenty-four hour carpark

5 AM’s ticking away consternation

Chasing the moon whilst in flames

Trace your caved-in lungs and eyes

A stalactite drips your frozen name

Aroma of an elixir that I so despise

Dear, you’re intoxicating as stardust

You’re my personal brand of alcohol

I’m branded by seventeen tally marks

Scratching poems on limestone walls

Unopened pack of A-Lucky Cigarettes

Dragging sanity in soft pewter whorls

Acrid tastes of initial cheaper regrets

As midnight ashes begin softly to fall

I wash the warm blood off my hands

And reach for you, my own lucky star

These rust chains will dissolute soon

Yet leave jagged edges of ruby scars

Still, no matter, that don’t matter now

Your luminance is worth all the pains

Honey, the only thing that I care about

Are your lips leaving a permanent stain.

~*~

Now, I only pray when it all goes down
I’ll be surrounded by the ones I’ve loved
And cared about, and then burn it down
Your serotonin’s gone, kerosene’s gone
The sunset is gone, so hold on…

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