Dark seeds bloom loosely into the earth
His children, mostly, gathered sideways, eyes big
And mistakes giving chase with punishment teeth
Sniffing across stages and slinking back into blackness chewing on his name his name.
I was painfully thirteen, forehead pressed against the cold glass,
Getting stoned on picnic tables, rubbing jeans,
Looking for a boy who felt like home.
He got rope burns early
Made him rude, curdled his milk
And scorpions crawled under the house to die
Leaving paper skeletons for exiled ants.
His mamas anger turning his thighs and then his stomach
Till stolen nikes slapped at another time zone, somewhere west of here where no one cares.
Now I’m on a plane
Drinking Heines crackling seat front
I’m hiding in places gone dark now.
One toe in the tepid water, before the wind wakes up
The whole tide of obligations bout to come due
Crossed the Date Line
Its tomorrow again and again.
But I'm happy in this hall of mirrors.
Mom sleeps five wide
My light the only beacon
In this dark tunnel its 3:37 am you know.
Next stop the equator the nothing the ocean the looping scenes of you like you used to be, cologne curling into blue sidekicks with foul mouths
Something about 8 hits of E and everything else that shadowboxes your smiles.
I hang in the riptides
watch the world be born again and again
Climb into seacaves and pretend it’s forever talk.
You pull from me some old voices
Like missing children on milk cartons, do they still?
Or like the Japanese girls sharpening kiwi tongues on K road.
I kill myself in a cartoons
This is halfway home, I say.
I smell the low tide on your breath
Where old lovers are circling their ache with half mast eyes.
Don’t even tell me the sheets are clean
You don’t have to tell me anything
The story peels off your dry fingers and down the veins to your concrete moon
Tying everything to one planet
One frosty lie
Just find your shoes
And face the wind, creak the door.