yellow boys.

Left you out all winter
with the cactus
like a bad trip
paid the girl and laid like bricks
silver splinters look like glitter
call your boss
say you got lost
can't call in sick if you can't be fixed
thinking you might get some sleep
you made a tomb of yellow leaves
blind drunk you can't read the key
your heart is a liar, the stars deceive
but don't look at me
I'll look your way and lick your teeth
your boxer, doctor, lucky charm
lit up like a red light on
kiss you til you turn to blue but don't ask me
i'm all wrong if it's the right answers that you need

I don't want to call you Conrad
rented a room
a bed for two
unlock the door as a favor
I don't want you in the dark
strobe light headache
petals where you wake
i'll draw the curtains if you paint them later
thought you might find yourself free
you're wearing six layers in a naked tree
the sex is vain, the beer is cheap
laying in the sun to cure your disease
but don't look at me
I'll look your way and lick your teeth
make your bed and made a bomb
light up just to turn you on
kissing til we're blue and black and see
for yourself I can't save what I need

flood lungs.

Is it snow that eloquently
suffocates green like poetry
hiding her eyes when the heavens detonate
or ashes confetti-like
smearing the black ink line
between a eulogy and a birthday cake?

comedy/tragedy

come inside my teepee, Johnny.
pay no mind to the bruised lovers.
your sin your soul,
i'll be the little Lo
to your Humbert Humbert
If you be Adam, I'll be Eve
I'll be the Nico to your Lou Reed
just be mine, all mine.
Lysander, wake from your dream.