e q u a l i t y

I'd break into Mona Lisa's tomb
         to see
    if her eyes

                   really follow you all the way down

come on
down
and further
     because I'm

                        screaming
                        but
                        you're
                        too
                        far
                        away

neither of us blink anymore.
Or maybe we're blinking at the same time.

crossing my I's

dotting my T's

and the boulder of the last chapel

in the United 

Arab

States

in all freedom

and 

e      q     a    l      i    t     y

melting down to become only left-over

ashes in my left over fire,

like a savior who missed the date of his own resurrection    

returning his gifts 

boiling down until he becomes nothing at all.

I would've loved to see her GHOST

align with JUPITER

UNDERNEATH THE TIMID MOONSHINE

that wanted so badly to be sunlight. 

Yeah, maybe the moon has a few poems, but nobody's turning away from the sun. 

twat

it's hitting itself over and over

when

it 

broke unto the

dawning

oblivion

you

could have held

it all much tighter

and man

hue man

hugh mahn

humanity

would never need another 

perfect-haired

perfect-lipped

perfect-lifed

hero

to

remind me

and her

and her

and it

of

b a t t e r i e s

that we 

threw away so long ago

nothing was rechargeable back then

negative space

Hanging

to just lick the wetness off of your fingers while you

watch me watch the way your pulse needs your body

only half as badly as I do.

                                                It’s all so tight

                telling you to take

                                                whatever

                                                                you

                                                                                like.

Cause

because

on account of my heavy

                     breathing.

                                                               You’re so

far

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          away

 I want you now

Temperment

They should teach

the youth

to capture their innocence

and trap it

in a bottle with a cork

and send it

out to sea

where the oceans will

rock lovingly

upon its delicate

temperament

until it lands upon a shore

and is found

when it has grown

into itself.

It’ll be hope then,

without notions

of inadequacy

or

irrelevancy.

They’ll teach the youth someday. 

It'll happen 

when the treetops have become

finally

acquainted with 

the bottom of the clouds

and 

the air 

no longer

quarrels

with the lungs. 

The youth will learn;

and the water

will

be named

a sea

of tactile fancies,

a pool

of the whispered youth,

an ocean

of innocence.

Hemispheres

Ruin-ed

I'm pushing buttons

and

squeezing on the airplanes 

trying to 

see or maybe

just know.

no. 

trying to see

if 

I can, 

ya know,

trust you again. 

I'm pushing your buttons to see if you push back. 

I would've said yes if you'd bothered to ask. 

But I'm not saying anything

now. 

Now you'll never know. 

I won't tell you why either.