for daddy

you taught me
lust is what the sun waits for while the moon takes all the glory
and always loyal to each other
and always teaching each other
and always balancing each other
and always
each other is laughing.
lust is what the sun waits for while the moon takes all the glory.
and forever
remembering you. each other.
you teach us.
lust is what the sun waits for while the moon takes all the glory.

tell him.

yea peep the status, yea, il never treat u like a nalgene
bot
tle
cuz to me ur precious like things ive destroyed
destroyed on
days similar to
today
many a year ago now.
i might not be leaving,
oh so soon.
i began the night believeing i loved him in the moon light
so now, for tonight
ill remember feelings ive tried so hard to forget
moments i pray never to feel again
but when the sun hits his eyes
through my window
there be nothing we can do...
oh yes.
yea.
peep the date, yo... what does it mean what does she mean, why does she cry oh so so so softly now, why does she pray everynight for feelings she purposely forgot now. why she be so lonely now. why she never try to live no more, cuz she felt it between her bones those years ago. ya dig. ya feel. ya know. yea. check it. day after tomorrow, shell be the same again.
now.

senses

ode to lullaby
its your in your riffs
the way the melodies detox my
nightmares of you
in the way the gun shells still over populate my purses
from those days we spent
shooting rhymes at eachother
stars dont haunt anymore
this is what without you smells like

dear

unfold me along the lines in your mercury
the posion detaching itself from you
allow me to fill the hollow spaces in your curves
the memory of me alone fills you with aggression
you breathe me in on your own
inflamed upon the touch to your lungs
let us be
embelish your beat around my arm
your tone becoming my breath
seeping in through pores untouched in ages
let me hold you
accept the distance and long
oh long for the time we shared
please, do not hate me.
please, let yourself love me.

night sand

mrs. cellophane shoulda been my name, mrs. chellophane, shoulda been my name
becuase you can walk right by me, look right though me, and never know im there.

alone and invisible should be synomyms
no matter how much tv we watch
cant say the words on tips of tounges
repressing ideas that run in my blood
the weight of ur scent
digests in my nostrils to form sneezes of you
the deconstruction has begun

so layering on shells like hermits
finding places inbetween palms
falling from ur fingers
the shore will be different.

spun round too fast
freezing envelops times we woulda coulda shoulda been my name mrs. cellophane.

Trees

pine
infects
shields winds that carry news of sons
infecting
earlobes
with sounds similar
to your voice.

crush

an old oak grows in my heart
its branches are reaching
out
to you
please
i beg you
let them envelop your
inner secrets and
store them in
there holy
caverns of
bark and
wick

let the leaves and buds
grow
with the blood pumping
through me
let the sun make us one
and the water keep us strong

there is an old oak
growing in my heart
will you watch it grow
from the outer rim of space
or
rather
will you
blossom
with
me?