local minimum III

picking at bones

to nail fleshy

organ on an        advertisement

(he played it

         so well)

look at her

shredding

words on the

corner of his

silence

waiting for the ghosts to fall

on their heads

and turn into           men

an opaque voice leaps from his tombstone

                        it was like he was haunted or something

Local minimum II

I roll in this cusp

a line sprouts from my

forehead      

dawdling in thecup of a

           

parabola

a ball moaning back and forth and

back and forth in

graveyards sprung from

his hard hard hand

the buildings swallow

chew carefully to

remind you

silence peers back

curiously  

tilts his head

and you start to wonder

                                    if you’ve become

[        ]

it was like she was haunted or something

toilet flush
on my cheeks
my heart
has sunk to my
stomach
I've come to fear
space in between my lines
too harsh
too harsh
on the body
to separate
this shape
retract
rejects food again
hurling
on my cheeks
out
like it doesn't want to
live force food
in and
tell her it won't
hurt
it won't hurt
it hurts to
I down
water to
drown
it

Who's hunting who

Little jay bird
you always
fly away

when you see me
when my voice
reaches out

Is it creepy
that my eyes
always  trail
you

when you do

I am Nothing. I am her. I am you.

beetle eyes

    stare from the
corner
          o f this d e ar m
ed
 with bullets to
     brain
about to shoot

nothing
  re
      al

but mirrors

WAK            P
       

she pulls out
her index ca
rds with a m
edical precis
ion empty bl
ank and blac
                      k

beetle eyes
          budding
from the all too
      familiar
 slight
  tilt
    of her
        head

and her voice
oozes
     out of her
gaping hole
like cotton
out of her

breathing hole
like cotton

sun setting
will I wake
up

"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim, fire away, fire away."

When the light slowly pulses along with the swaying trees

And the soft dancing steps of clouds patter by,

When the sun glows warm orange through the windows

And your voice so low lingers in a deep sigh,

Sweet caresses

Under blankets

Cool kisses

In the darkness

I hide behind the growing shadows, shy

Only to long for you in each goodbye. 

Happen Ending -- Epik High

he pulls on my hair
its entire length
spiraling down
each strand filled with a heaviness
I hate it
"why haven't you cut it yet then?"
because I'm still holding on
to his fingers

On the ones I've hurt

I

The wrenching swing of her song
her song
again.
Flings her voice into air
offering up to silhouettes
Full range of sound speaking fire
shadow speaking sound conscious of its reflection
Her I she is but me and I her
I sway with this warmth that
lingers
so leisurely on skin
that spills of an emptiness
that knocks on the back of my head
In its opening
I remember of a music I've
never heard before

II

Wide eyed
wilt into the weak wind
they hang desperately
folding into edges on the horizon of my gaze
If the mirror keeps staring
will they know the future I walk to
like a sleepwalker damned to that old dream
that old music
Paper begins to speak
(that's how we lose ourselves)
whispering so faintly like
rabid figures washed into illusions
If I look long enough catch a glimpse
of a face emerging dissolving behind each rising tide
pitiful pitiful
I will gouge your eyes out

III

Crawl in my skin fear
circles above to shudder
me in its shadow silently dragging
the heart that moans and shrieks in tears
Drown its own blood and
I swear it wasn't me it wasn't me it was me
Please
I know
I don't deserve this poem
that reaches with ghost hands to lift your limp body
snap my neck
no,
there is a shape music cannot fill
there is an emptiness that carves and carves and carves
till I cease

till I cease

"Yesterday is only today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream."

what time is it

will you

wait

what

is it

are you

yea I have to

leave

wait

let’s

get

carried away

you’re all my

nights

no sleep no rest

I just wanna say

and I think I might

little things

little things

like you

we should get

will you

married

coffee

you will

I will

I do

"I'll pay you in dollars"

and without realizing it
with each song you gave me
you took a piece of my heart
with you