scattered words, pretty boy scattered words, you say he's a pretty boyeyes like vignetted skies that have known all the constellationsand read too many late-night textsfrom her -- hey pretty boy,i heard you could paint smiles and write poetry all over your armsbecause you're afraid that you'll forget; blue and black ink that stain like bruisesevery word, every letter is death of another skin cellbut you think it will make her like you--Je veux regarder les étoiles avec vousje t'aime;comment faire?tu es belle, tu es belle[beaux] what more do you need to say? it's always 'you', it's never mei want to hear no more
globe with an empty skydear thunderstorm clouds:you're just the cold air that sifts through my fingertipsand please, give me my love backgive him back to me--last night I felt the beach; the s a n d---;drifting, falling t h r o u g h my fingersbut they weren't like the clouds, or youbecause they did not disappear;they don't hidelike you always do.[maybe i'll find you, if i dig deep enoughor maybe I'll just fall into my own hole and suffocate]our sandcastles and hopes are washing away.and my dear seagulls:open your eyes and forget all the whispering seashells and the ocean's invisible dulcet notes hear these querulous, brusque cars;
falling into the asphaltI am the city you said,And I was every city lightEvery fashion show every red carpet And the flash lightning of every cameraYou told me I was the city, so I took your handAnd never looked back, I ran through the streets With you at my heels, laughing, smiling, livingI am the city you said, and I carved highways---;and i blew kisses to the wind, filled the streets with seethingly fast asphalt, everywhere i stepped, bridges waltzed apart.You were the lights and sounds, to my cityscapeflashing and blinking against my skyscrapers;;we melded together forming a nothingness of blissmy city with your noises and radiance, whi
Great artwork!