creataire

i don't want to recognize you: your goodness, anything resembling an ounce of purity that inevitably will be crushed underfoot alongside cigarette butts. off a freeway, on the driveway, every drag rumbling through your lungs like a roll of thunder, exhales of thick black smoke billowing like clouds. tell me the truth, were you always this unreadable? cable channels in these parts, they're all climate change deniers, but you, you're new age youth. i suspect you have thoughts about these things, the way you roll your shoulders and set your brow before a storm. you're a little old for your age, to feel a change in the weather through your bones,

> it is drifting under our feet like - sand, but not. like djinn; like six angels with six eyes. everything is on fire. < this will be easier if you work against me, princess drop some morality. drop five pounds. gain five pounds.   i know it's hard to understand - aftermaths are messy, aren't they? - i'm pretty sure this translates to fairy tale by the skin of its teeth. (mirror mirror on the wall) it's recombining the same chemicals, expecting a different result:         fuck me. don't fuck me. there's barbed wire between my legs, i won't detangle any thoughts left in my head. everything is up there. the princess digs in her heels

"you have to trust me," i say and it's for the first time, a golden second lacking desperation, self-deprication. it merely is - be mindful - so i'm telling you, "you have to trust me" i am a child announcing the way the game will be played, perfunctory and truthful; lighting the underside of my tongue. oh, just, just kiss me, just this once. i promise to forget, but until then these are the rules. you have to trust me. i know, this is the part; i'm supposed to say i love you, and i do, but this is the part where i tell you, you're still smiling, backlit on my phone. entire shrines to you, here, my brain, hear my heart. i am bending

i went down to the redwoods,        just to see what i had lost, summer with her setting sons,        holy branches and holy frost i came across a frozen whisper,        a part of myself i have since seen drown never you mind my empty hands and pneumoniac lungs        for i have since laid them down your pacific heart is my talisman;        i'll trust no ocean but thee, and if i should sail too far from you,        i hope you'd chase after me i went down to the redwoods,        and i baptized myself in you i've been building houses in the wrong people,        but i know you're guilty too nothing i do will change your s

if i am reckless, you are mad, dancing like brushfire at the flames, howling pride and praise in the same breath: see, i am greatness, but i know my daedric and my norse; know my ability and my favored soul this is all i know of you: we are the same only in our stripes and spots boys who cannot look in their reflection and say, they hate me for my skin are cowards boys who think stars guide them are mad well, i believe in nothing but the coin in my pocket, so sing your praises to your empty gods, i'll be looking at the phosphenes from behind my eyelids and sing a hymn to the flesh and blood that built them ain't nowhere to h