the pirate.

in me there is a vast space with nothing
a result of the impossibility that is
my love for you that crashes against
the largest ship and barely nudges it
even though i am drowning 
still i do not affect anything because
i am just the low tide that grazes your toes and
you continue to enjoy my shore
with the heat of the sin

dudley.

like a dead fish, spine removed
that is how you gutted me
meat cut out, set aside
my colorful scales neatly stacked
for those hungry moments when
you might need to be reminded of
how soft my flesh is, so tender
i melt in your mouth, flaking
my eyes are dark and empty

i used to be free and lively
the immensity never sunk me

somehow the blades of grass seem comfortable
i wanted to lay among the life, my back among thorns
quiet there, this fried lawn and i, breathing
the sprinklers came on, artificial rain over my skin
but it felt good. my eyes were closed. welcoming.
take me into you, the purity and the divine. wash me.

tonight i laid in the grass for a while. the moon was full.
but she was boring and diluted, not beaming.

it was just my spine
elongated on the green.

The words are my ammunition
I have gone to war with all
That is in color, in flames
Until everything is nothing and
Out of that ash I will keep on
Exploding onto paper because
Within these lines is whatever
My shell is composed of
The tiny intention in my creation

A yellow haired phoenix, the guerrilla
With a simple cause, one that has me
Scarred and jaded and exhausted
There is nothing that will stop
The recurrence of what needs to be
Out of pits of ash I will continue to
Rise and birth and kill and be born
Over and over

So I'll let you fill me
Every corner of the
Scorpion Queen
Devour me and
I'll be born again
Rejuvenated with
Your hot blood
Leaving bruises where
Only your hands
Two skilled navigators
Ride me out to the
Infinite ocean of your
Stained blue heart