a girl called mary

watch only you,
follow marched lines into dark unlit caves
then become an assembly line of cigarettes.
your mouth as dry as it was yesterday,
failing to balance your brain while balancing their brain

annual force-fed advice
finding false beauty in the rain
baptized in bad coffee and ash lung
wasted potential
pseudo callings line the lids:
the supposed truthful eye.

rearranged into sonnet:
Watch only you see beauty in disgrace,
The kind of scene with good morals astray.
Follow marched lines into dark embrace,
Wait for untold demons until it's May.
You still cling to the past despite your say,
Marking of face as if wanting to be singed;
Become a cigarette spliced in ashtray,
Is our friendship lost, you have made us fringed.
Yet I hope this heart is not ever tinged,
Your gaze not holding just to be erased
Our mouths to be as dry and cringed,
All the other joint-hip girls turned unfaced.
We accept ourselves as lovers unhinged
Convenient kinship, hold on to the mast
Baptized in the mem'ry of feeling's past

e

a mirror conflicted with compliment
verses
seeing a way from the hole
your smile smells like rotting milk
voice the same crisp as history's past
maybe only its smirk
i knew you didn't remember if i had bangs or not

out

splices refined, our hours were practically orchestrated,
time passed: snails found eagle's wings to be flown.
remember the smiles unforced or touched kisses (not blown)
see yourself as me, now every sided snake eyed and ten-fold
a collection of blatant remarks, elegantly told

father, brother - lover, friend : a collection of shortcomings

father:
decaying decrepit
delayed
slightly blistery, fubbed fingerless joints
they were skulls fearing the umbrellas dry shield
careful not to dismay

brother:
still wasted from tomorrow not carrying sense or dimes
believed every word they spoke, breath almost in sync with mine
the solid gaze quantified to be erased

lover:
cold-blooded crucified held his waist between thighs
we held this position til the blood drained insides
until our bodies became suitable (almost) rhymes

friend:
salt now only reappears with the tide