jaimsworld

I laughed at the girl
crutching with the umbrella
July sun sunning
in the middle of November

Now she's laughing at me
barefoot on gravel
pricking my toes
on the red blood road

my heart and the redding
summer fruit punch
with a splash of tequila

I feel it already
that feeling I get

Grains of sand in my ears
these toes
my bum

the warm singe

and it's grinding me
warming me
all the way to sleep

Sleep talking

She's coming

Still laughing at me.

To swim or not to swim; that is the question
for if i nominate the shores
down on the warmth of grainy sands
as a place to rest my head in wonder
the chance to submerge down through
the waves of crystal adventures
will be gone like sound of that whistling wind
encircling your tiny head
through the swaggering, tall grasses.
the trouble lies in the worry to plunge
struggling for breathes under the
mind-numbing pressure of a million fallen trees
but I will never give up to a feeling of shipwreck
no matter the encumbrance
my mind, with body to follow
will float atop the whitewater seas
with twists and turns I will remain straight
and eclipse the obstructing current
laugh at my high and i will rise higher
because to swim is the investigation
whether or not you are hearty enough
is proven in the crashing waves

Why can't I write right now?
It's all I want to be doing but all I can think about
is kitten-eating zombies, jell-o frogs, and your best friend
pissing at a busy intersection
I can't feel anything
whether I'm sitting or standing
or if your feet are wet or just plain cold.
I hear waves crashing but I'm in a cement building
full of ugly college kids.
I used to know how home felt
but now I just pretend.
On the weekends home is unconsciousness
and during the week it's nightmares and short story class.
I sound pathetic and I feel it, too.
My hands are warmer than their usual frost
and my skin is too smooth.
I'm like a baby fresh from the womb.
I only know how to explain the way it makes me breathe and the way it makes my hair feel-
Deep and like cords of hay.
I know that I love it

i reach for him
the hummingbird i found
tied to a braided string.
a bow tied to your left breast cap
he nests there to hum with your heart


i have eaten him, i think
his nose drills a hole in my belly
i fill myself with honey treats
and he buzzes in my bones


your wet lips whistling
he's stuck in my love
singing out my belly button
and i think i'm ready to name him


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a cow in the road
is putting spots on her babies
so they will not be sheep


flag daggers thrown
by an astronaut
spear fishing
into the craters of my moon


dead, red flowers drip
browned, rusty parts
like a sink
in the old farmer's house


and that yellow bird
still perched
on the greenest of melons
waiting for the bumble to say
he's home

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You, the unkempt jukebox.
A penny for your thoughts?
The fubsy bum would give a quarter.
Your humdrum chatter
Like a swarm of May flies.
Steady buzz of binaural beat
Blustering like a hurricane
Noetic and pathetic
A trail of misplaced letters
Soul-mate to your footprints.
Not red nor white
But bright pink noise
Caked to my temporal bone.
My devil brows fly above your head
A fist to your mouth
Seems to make more sense.
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Your finger is green
a jointed branch dipped in a can
color of a clover
cracking and macking down the road
like we've licked rainbow toads
when the soles of our feet meet
we are in love
it has to BE, can't you see?
on a zebra's back
and with a smack of your green
I was made purple
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A good day to be alive
An even better day for a funeral
Sand storms on the curb
Hand-made by a man with a leaf blower
It is your day, walk straight through
Cluster fuck of people with last words
A day at the mourning zoo just for you
Your hair carried away by a bird to it's nest
Flew back to sing on your ashen chest
Today the sun shines orange
Behind your pale pink clouds
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Salty, wet flesh like an oyster in my mouth
I'll keep you there to taste your warmth
My cherry cheeks marooned after your masticating
Heart is swelling so large I think my breasts are inflating

My knight-errant please rove in my name,
Throw darts at a map and trek where they land
As gravity sleeps I'll hover from behind
A molasses moment in our time

Together we cooed from light until dark
And my mouth had been fashioned into nothing but empty
Swapping handful of needles for some teeth and a tongue
You smiled my new kisser when my trap finally sung

In the flood of the rain my eyes rolled away
Diving into the sea you returned with two pearls
Blind to you, I was so sick from home
Now I see only you with rainbow vision all my own