poem: reading crime and punishment for the #dark academia aesthetic

the Dmitri fuckers are in the city again; I shouldknow, I am their principal leader and follower and the sole member of a society dedicatedto unreality. I say Leningrad -- and he sayssay Petersburg say Petersburg and then coughs up bloodinto my hand. I say Cambodia -- and he sayssay genocide say genocide saygenocide, but… Continue reading poem: reading crime and punishment for the #dark academia aesthetic

poem: savoir complex in maine

he was the summer crashed and crushedinto a boy who did not exist yet; and i remember a noveli was going to write -- about a girl with salted longhair, riding her bikealong seaside cliffs and a boy with black -- hair who worked in a bakery and wanted to kill himself. now when i… Continue reading poem: savoir complex in maine

poem: “daddy issues”

he had a blank face with translucent light coming thru and the penis-bitten shape of my father in his mouth,ready to eat and replace me. i had the kind of longing that comes from sitting alonein a gas station, eating noodles from a smallplastic container with the translucent whitelight in my hair turning me into… Continue reading poem: “daddy issues”

poem: shifting

remember? i dreamed aboutthis kind of bliss but now in the pulled-apart strings of myheart there is onlya dull long ache and the aluminum footsteps of heart-burncoming up from my chest like a foreign man crossing overmy seven boarders his handsstill wet. remember? we were going to takethe world i woke you up in the… Continue reading poem: shifting

poem: I have lost reality many times

and yet she always come back, that unreliable bitch. you'd think I could let my organs run off in snot safetyfor several hours and not return to disgusting wherewithal when I shower or finally sleep, as if everything wrong with me was merely situational. I can write claimsin mad tongues that I am also doomed… Continue reading poem: I have lost reality many times

poem: vendetta for the summertime

i have run through the streets, kicking my breasts before melike two cast-off wheels; i have dyedmy hair from a box,it is red, like the red scraped under my nailsfrom fucking your son. i am kidding of course; i am too busy languishingin hospital beds or the wet parts of my mind, and lately the… Continue reading poem: vendetta for the summertime

poem: parents

my mother is a penis-eater, my fatheris a leviathan; what did they tell you about childhood, is "belonging" really already inside you? and the pain will someday(they say) go away? fuck that, i am laying in the kitchen, the circus lightsplugged in bloody holes in the ceiling devouring my face; my father is a worm… Continue reading poem: parents

poem: introduction to portraiture

this morning i woke up, and ignored thattomorrow i will do soagain; we are in the stages we are not thinkingabout that. again. i have a lotof things i only useonce a week/month, i have a lotof pride. this morningi flossed with crystal floss, i foughtwith my mother. i am so fuckingmad at youright now.… Continue reading poem: introduction to portraiture

poem: liberal arts

the woman in the k-mart gable ate french breadwith dirty hands, she had opinions about impressionism but did not know who monet was, only that debussywas apparently an anti-semite, a fact retold at theoryseminars, when she was a young woman and threwher body around like dough. it impossible to say: sex and not also: woman'sempowerment… Continue reading poem: liberal arts