rocketship badly

my apartment screams with steam

i must roll over

the neighbor downstairs

is crying hysterically

or maybe laughing

let's take peyote
we can walk as the crow flies
i'll rent a house boat

i put on that crown

i opened the book you hate

i have to vomit

play that funk record

these toes are black with your soot

please ignore my knots

it's nights like this i

feel my pulse beat in my teeth

but not in my chest

i repeat repeat

i repeat repeat repeat

i repeat just once

satan defeated
my daggers are your daggers
now get back to work

a faint star was named
"happy eighth birthday, harold"
in ten cent cosmos

i snatched out your eyes

laughed at how i made you blind

and looked just the same

i am white knuckles

a back scratch buried in gloves

he is a soft palm

when a frightening
man whispered to me in jive
i did him no harm

i smoked cigarettes
in your attic yesterday
you made lemonade

and when the world ends
you're still fucking a stranger
and then you're just gone

tonight my heart feels
hand-sewn from a long distance
move quickly away

we had some good times
but we're through. you see, you're not
marilyn manson

sedated and bored

i dream't of you: naked, proud

shed your jaded skin

you were born in greys

and your tiny hand outstretched

to know my pale warmth

when the sun rises
don't call me by my full name
i'm a grey mirage

my house holds swallows
sequestered in dark corners
tails forked like my tongue

the small glass fragments
hide in the grout of my tile
i won't cut my feet

when you jumped in I
felt it like a soft fever
when you didn't splash

we slept through the sun
music poured from your fingers
and i stopped painting

bite marks look so tough
who knew a vicious cycle
had such pointy teeth

six and a half sugars
and with each i love you less
i will take mine black

were i fair as you
would i often dwell as you do
on naught but myself?

someone's been eating
pistachios on the bus
shells split by old teeth

new sickness to fear
but don't they now realize
the hiccups spread first

all the raisins sink
to the bottom of the box
i'm no grave digger

such concentration
your supersonic hearing
can you see at night?

my lip split in two

the familiar sting of salt

my skin but not yours

waiting to wake up

someone is thinking of you

hallmark sympathies

the rules

not complicated

one haiku for every day

minimal journal