at night i paint you black
so no one can find you
but me
i will distinguish the beat of your heart
amidst the sounds that litter the city streets
i do not want to hold you back
i just want to hold you
it is my secret and your sound
my visions and your voice
the others
they can’t see inside
where your blood flows like mercury
and your mind is racing to keep up with itself
the heat
the sparks
the light
you are a feather
you are a gun

you stopped

before you got to the end of the block

but you didn’t turn around

you just waited quietly

as the wind drove by

and the cars blew

the street

walking on top of people

you could have turned around

but that would have meant something

and tonight

didn’t mean anything at all

at least not in whatever language we were speaking

lights brought me here

some little spark

from the fire that you made

that i followed back

you were alone

but there were so many people

                  ::

i have unmade my way

back to where i never started

and i have come to the beginning again

to where we could meet

as if it had happened before

as if this really wasn’t something

that began

or ended

but just was

                  :: 

as if we could unpeel our layers

and lay down by the fire

until night swallowed us whole

and the day kissed us awake

                   ::

i felt your skin against mine

until there was no difference

and we lay back

looking upon a black mirror

unwinding ourselves

from where we got stuck

                   ::

we found ourselves

in the places we forgot to check

we are stretching out across the sky

our hands clasped

our bodies

a constellation

                   ::

and the sky is lit

with the eyes of god

too numerous to count

and too wordless to name

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

it’s night

and all the lights

are shining on us

i scratch messages

on your crystallized breath

“i want to feel alive too”

we’re in a parking lot

it’s that time of the night

when god stops counting

where we won’t be bothered

even though we might be seen

we’re anywhere

that’s exactly like here

your car

old coffee

new cigarettes

your tears

make it all smell like summer

like fresh rain

on warm pavement

we pour into each other

our clothes melt

our words wrap around our limbs

                   ::

we have these strings

tied to our hearts

that make our body do tricks

                   ::

time pours out

of the bottle

and makes us drink

until the red limbs of dawn

break through the black curtain

and you say

“tie me up”

                   ::

and i know what you mean

you want to feel trapped

so that you don’t come apart

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

there’s a song that’s always playing
that you can hear any time you want
the radio inside
it’s down below
buried deep in the architecture
underneath where our bodies are built
it carries a tune
through the chords
through our circuitry
veins that plug into amplified hearts
and send out waves of sonic bliss

for me
it’s about the way our bodies just fit
as if there was never a choice
as if those notes were already written

it is possible to live forever
in fact
there isn’t any choice
our hands have never let go
of what they held
and our breath
as always
swirls around us
like a halo
our aural history
that remains unwritten
because there are no words to describe us
only music

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

every lover 
has the same name
but there are different syllables
you are no place 
for these city streets to hide themselves
they should go back to from where they came
along with the traffic lights 
and boarded up buildings
and all of those guys
thinking they knew what you really want

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

safety is not guaranteed
there is absolutely no chance 
that nothing will happen

success is not imminent
but it’s not unexpected

there is a good chance you will fall
and you may not be able to get up
it is then that you may use the words they taught you

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

your fingers brushed against my skin

the kind of accident

that’s always on purpose

the kind of purpose 

that gives us pause

that makes it hard to think of anything else

but what it would be like

::

if we weren’t accidental at all

if we had direction

if we knew

where to put these things

that are in the way

::

our bodies are a map

and our heart is a legend

::

i want to explore

the anatomy of your art

and the art of your anatomy

i want to fall 

on purpose 

on accident

without looking back or forward

i want to look inside of me and see you there

staring back

::

i fall 

at the slightest hint

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

i tried to see past the stars

but i just kept getting lost in the sparkle

moving through these bodies

to get to you

i’m so damn mortal

late like a broken clock

distracted by the way she walked

i’m moving through these miles

like blue notes on a baritone

i see the sex in saxophone

i talked to you on a telephone

but it wasn’t you who answered

that’s okay, though

it takes a thief to catch a thief

so i mainline pain

to find relief

i bide my time and bite my tongue

i hide my heart

to quiet its hum

like quick sex

and quick sand

i’m sinking in to foreign land

waiting neath your window pane

in the alley, in the rain

i just want to see your face again

to make me sure

to make it plain

cause if there’s one thing

i know to be true

it’s that one plus one

is never two

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

tell me about your dreams

the ones that you can’t remember to forget

dreams 

that take over consciousness

and hold randomness hostage

>

i am a sliver of my own awareness

like the moon beginning to grow

a template for forgiveness

in the shape of humanity’s bow

>

i am not pasteurized

i am distilled

from dna erector sets

and misspent youth

i have mailed myself to god

return to sender 

stamped on my forehead

like the mark of cain

>

i want to convey something to you

i write

there’s been a mistake

but it seems like it’s planned

i am not asking for an answer

just a question

i am not asking for the truth

>

i would just like to know about the lies

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

i can see when you’re dreaming
underneath your skin
it’s hard to be what you were before
and harder still to be what you are now

you backed out on the cause
because the cause wasn’t the cure
you said there’s no reason in religion
and no point in being pure

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)