A Bag of Thoughts

  lucky dog  an abecedarian  amputate this feeling from my heart, actuality is sweet only if i chase it  bridge the gap, brick pelting is less building than a love language  count how many times i’ve looked at the stars since our meeting don’t tell me none: you wouldn’t know if you tried: the stars are behind you all the time except when you blink and burst the bubble: we have a problem i think that  for the sake of our friendship, i better be leaving, i better be going  get going, i better leave, i should be better hand my hand and [be]head my intimacy and [be]hold my vulnerability  increase the volume just a little, little by little we will understand to do this better next time  just forget about it for now: just look: just can we just be  kind of like people, the kind of people who just don’t talk about it: kindless kinds of kindness let me be a liability, lemon white chocolate wafers are falling apart as we speak maybe if this stupi...

  inflection point  infect me with your biggest shortcoming  in fact, my nose is clear even in this weather whether you can tell my vices from my wisest lies is a story  full of love but empty anyway, i clear my throat  because i still love the people i know i wish i did not  impish impulses imply ammunition – come,  expedite the decay of this hole ignore my stupid heart trying to heal everything kneel into the loveless elbow of the river – do you even know the word for the warm skin between your chin and your throat in your own language? your funny bone? for the little piece of the bone in your foot you’ve broken ever since a child? cradle me like a napkin: i’m weak to sandwiches named after girls groove like this is our bedroom: the vibe is that we don’t talk about it shakily whisper beside me: i have bags & bags of clarity now  a wish, a little like the name of the parents of everyone i know, scribbled into my notepad fo...

  heirloom  when you first learnt that you said  vine like wine you didn’t know what to do with yourself. or rather with your tongue and your lips / your mouth  doesn’t naturally kiss your w’s       neither does it bite into v’s / viciousness like a vine, dormantly violent / lonely as a doormat waiting to wrap around something warm / a white woman on youtube  taught you the difference eventually / weirdly accurate, she sounded more  like you than you do on a normal day / her wery wery’s doused in the  playfulness of a schoolboy / but you sound wary when you repeat after  her, not even liminal echoes could educate you on your accent  that woman, she knew how greedy capsicums are in their grinning sheen / could name every vegetable in a hot dish by its right  name / she might even call the elevator a lift, like you, but better               ...