it is what it is

it is what it is
his eyes are wide
true feelings wrapped like candy
in disguise
charcoal cracks hot
burns under my fingers
but physical pain
ain't the kind that lingers
ignore and hit the pipe
after our fuck
skin that's soft
touching skin that tough
your crooked smile
teaches the letters OK
but at dawn you'll get up
drive that old car away

giving up, giving in

got a bottle of sugar at my side
down the urban watering hole
i take a spoon and sift it out
brain talk finally seems to slow

red pigment on my fingertips
neck bent to see the prose
lines deepen in between the brow
when the sun lifts up my eyes

but not when i got you, sugar
when it's good it's only smiles
all the rain you bring down
goes to the back of the file

longing and nonsense when i turn to you
the bones in my wrist are corroding now
the poet confesses to the poet
couldn't figure out what you were about

secret tongue

a mushroom cloud forms from her lips
filigree from her fingertips
a smile with everything to hide
a past of questions
and of whys

but you know she's never there
feeling the empty burning stare
hold her down and fill her up
all she's good for is a fuck

but the dirty words that escape her mouth
aren't really what she wants to shout
"fuck me," as her face turns blue
but she really meant, "fuck you"

stay

stay put
says the whisper in my ear
there's nothing here for you to fear
but your own fears
your own lies
your own face
your alibies
your friends
your mouth
the sex you give

now go on!
go on and live!

estelle

there are no rivers here
no bridges long or tall
no shelter to find in the rain
when you nod and fall

sun and win intoxication
makes her cheeks turn red

she rides the horse along the shore
of that filthy lake
will you make the promise too?
of the beauty of the fake

her stallion takes it all away
they want to understand
and so she hides her scars away
deep beneath the land

back bruises

pull yourself together
cos you're falling apart
emerging on the inside
cos the outside is getting dark

touching touching touching
like a babe without a care
my skin crawls with your acid
when we lie together bare

your lips are lined with parentheses
i trace with my scarred hands
baby, won't you stay with me
as we melt into the sand

what the fuck was this about,

i taste it as it inches down my throat
but it's just so hard to cope
it chains me
holds me to the past

again
i knew the warmth wouldn't last

boys

soft white flesh
rips me to pieces
angles entangled
sweat in the creases

and you pass
from mouth to mouth
stifled cries can't get out

press it in you
pull it out
grinding metal
sparks
a spout

the man always thinks he wins
but her heart is empty with a grin