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

OSC+MIC

at least she will be pretty
when she forgets her name
and her backbone dilutes
with the response to a crumbling
sense of wonder and the
sardonic sense of time that
will come when the truth shines-
this world is not divine, as
every perfect curve of your
sweet angel face, golden hair
the bright spots that are left

this world is a black, cratered moon
disguised as a blue planet so that
we can love it just enough to
get out of bed every morning with some
earnest ambition and love over the corn fields
and the dismal skylines and the traffic
and regard some semblance of faith and purity

at least you will be pretty so things
will come easier to you just keep
that fountain of youth spilling over
protect your shell as the insides begin to
turn over and bury themselves because
your two strong legs will carry you further
than you needed, with your withering heart
still bloody and red and beautiful.

and as you speak the darker spaces
sort of remove themselves and become
a shadow that decorates your face
this has in me in a spell where
every part of you is beautiful
only i've seen you from that side

pour over me
every memory that has no light
especially the ones that killed you

i see vividly, always in color
even when the night has fallen
& the sea is just as black as the sky
no tangible separation
an impermeable twosome
the infinite romance between air and water

I feel you all the way up to my throat
Because you've come and massacred
Every segment of my self has
Been touched and questioned

Where is that part of you that
 loves so hard it bleeds
Every vein ruptured and exposed
Like a river draining into the darkest valley
You become me because
Of that universal pull

Here I am naked, loving you
Where I am everything, not caring
Who ignited you?
who feeds the fire?