laundry television

I fell through myself
And I slid through my bones
I emptied my veins
I emptied my brain

I dropped every contour
Of every wicked syllable
I erased every page
And I washed them away

I unwrapped the steel links
They crashed through the floor

What an airless weight

For heiroglyphic slates

I unraveled every emerald
And I kept one for you
Their edges, away

But I want yours to stay

Every space that I kept
Disappeared with the wind
they all blew away
They all moved away

Now my eyelids hold peace
Instead of uneasy waves
I float through the sea
But don't belong to the sea

I used to see liquids
Now I think in only swirls
I blend with ink and water,

You make me ink and water

The night will coax you out
With a finger or a nod
And lead you through trails

That only bring you trails

I fell through myself
And I slid through my bones
But you kept me inside,

You let me inside.

play time

it's strange how a shape,

your shape, can take me

and the shape of your mouth

how i've watched it break me

and i've let so many strings

inside my skin

and they pull me away

just how i pulled them in

but i feel juxtaposed

with heavy weights, but i'm free

i carry stones in my heart

and the air carries me.

i watch myself float

away from myself

with a translucent ghost coat

i breathe back to the shelf

but a throat can only carry

so many alphabets

but i'll keep on learning new ones

until i get over this

there's a ticking in my back

and it tells me when to bend

i heard it breathe and relax

as you pulled on every string

now it's curved to the side

where you wanted it to be

and i'm trying to re-mold

what you left so unnaturally

and it's so lovely to remain

in a mattress made of sand

any hourglass would tell you

everything it can

and i would trace your figure

with the fingers that i crossed

and i'd bottle every word

that translations might've lost

i still keep a heavy head

that tries to keep up with my heart

and the ticking in my back

i can't stop it once it starts

and in the crescents of your eyes

i wonder what still swims with you

but if you're asking me

i'd love to swim with you

but my minds a constant wind storm

a scratched up old film roll

sun leaks and black spots paint me blue

already unraveled whole

writing bye bye. :(