Voicd

Empty light bulb buzzing sits,
you, the carbon base, the mountain pulsing with moles
made me, continue to gather residue
from diamond minds
in the mouths of creatures larger than suns-
no derivative:
a thunderclap announces winged insects
deep down
and your golden hair falls past shoulders, touching me,
tickling my face next to yours
as I slip unconscious,
beyond harm, held.
Beyond paupiere I attempt conjuration
face buried in dracula
arms emerging inches from my skin
in the hot black night-
sharp breath swerves above my head, hitting emulsion.
Ruched sheets prove poisonous mushrooms
are all that's left
of the bunny in my head.
Rapunzel, let me in,
the servants in your castle leap into washing machines
and murder themselves with detergent-
your head edging closer to the ground
as I tug on strands,
forgetting each second the nerve endings
shrieking behind your eyes.

Knots Ruhtt

footstep moths batter incandescants
inducing numbing phobias
of their most driving desires-
brush buzzes in the nook of gum,
head detached,
a schizophrenic locust without connotations-
silent presence
in endless walls
speaks to the insects now isolated
in their darkened lamp shades
extinguished-
poised without motion within linen
sense deprived
a long wait stretching in the desert night
their bodies barred-
heat and ecstasy and then unconsciousness
a menu envisaged by lethargy
and solitude-
creeping, empty hands
search for meaning
feelers feeling, twitch-
species beside species
reap dire consequences-
the sound of strings writes itself
into skull patterns
to accompany nothingness
blurring at boundaries-
speech stretched, touched, an accordian-
faces elongate, muscles dissipate
into sharpened mucus
too large for an imagination,
creates electricity in soles-
and is gone.

Hindvirgin

Palindromic time is the only
Time I will twenty eleven eleven two makes a couple
bouncing
ever ever thirty three missed the ticker
and you're too good anyway-
what bollocks my younger head, forty five fifty mortality
thought. Green time, red time, black time,
empty head, empty bed, sixty goes back to nothing
in an instant
and I was left with thoughtless phrases circling my hairline
that's it
that's it
that sit
that sit
that's sit
that's shit.
My friend sees me, hears me, sends messages on white bread
I keep close my tactical fucking,
imagine you dismayed five o'clock you call me ten o'clock
but you just want my brain in prime time condition don't want me dead on you
midnight crawling like our children you talk about
your face on a child
2am, 2 thirty five and my eyelids slip onto the hard linoleum
it squawks like some vulgar parrot in the beating, breathing silence.
What loud problems these bildungs romans lend us
what static electricity in their touches, leaping across gaps.
Distorted sleep, glaring eyes
out of the dark room
you thought they were drugged asleep but they drag up
throats vibrating and grasp at your skin, garish.
You learn politics to put a void between you and them, their dirt,
you lie on the mattress watching the jealousy pulled to a peak
and acceptance.