chromeantennae

there is a war on on plastic on drugs on niggers on spics on chinks on redskins on faggots on health on life on death on on on{i} there is a war on on bitches on babies on poverty on viruses on oil on jesus on organs on institutions on life on death on on on{i}

soles of mine stick to old ti(t)les the way fingerprints kiss mirrors. my mother asked me if she could run a pair of clippers to the side of my head and i said, "sure, i don't think that would be an issue." and then it dawns on me, the promise that i had made only a few short months ago. souls of mine stick to old titles the way imprints on foxes do. i told her nevermind the idea-- and more than i think ever before i am willing to become rapunzel if it meant even a moment with you.

i am not one to plainly name characters of my stories like this, but you have never been one to read them so i figured i would try a different approach. what has been a few short months seems like an eternity. eternal wishes and whispers seems like a hoax at this point. sometimes i sit and i question myself, if we ever truly existed or were you some fabricated story i elaborately dressed in my mind. how did we ever become and unbecome so quickly? it seemed like one moment i could envision quite possibly a lifetime ahead of me with you by my side; to suddenly this desperate plea for recognition. you lo

coralling afflatus like memories in a scrapbook, you are a another piece of a mindless, bindless puzzle. worthy of columns, with breath anew, this is a different sequence in my usual norm of events. this beauty makes me stop, breathe and reconsider where i tread.

 Glory of. buds, dripping art     and aRTISan    how do You craft lOve in a cup? your shiMMEring   crown of coiling I ache to NEST-le in        lain, my sinking     between the valley           of You.  drowning in your Ecstasy. drinking yOUR skin in.

      three face        phase faze       my face, the phase, her faze. left upon etcetera,                               this is an extra occurrence, an ad-                           verse that spreads with applause and a pause.     wait. the wattage is too high here, it's too-- too-- too-- fuck,                i forgot what....what i was going to say.    the moment has passed through and onto    the next face, and          we smile for a moment.    wait. i haven't looked that way in some time, some moments are worth the other side of phase.    time.

beauty: she has many definitions. many forms, both active and dormant-- but there is something about you that captures me in wake and walk. simple smiles and signals, both poignant and prosaic. you are very much you and nothing else, and there's nothing else i prefer in this moment, but you, in this moment. and you, you are so beautiful.

i find myself in the quiet corners, socialite status amiss, i am craving touch intimate. silence in beauty, sound should be drafts adrift along the lin(ger)ing path. let comfort flourish in your palms and bosom; nest(l)ing in you, with you.

i live in a hologram, a holistic incorporeal. completely, utterly weightless hidden in your whole spaces exploratory endeavors in faces every groove and dimple awaits us. simple and forward, i wouldn't be afraid if i didn't know you; or if i didn't know me but i know this and i know we. so what can we do? is there something to say? floating across paces, fear is your silo paving their way, in my laces, tripping over shoes to end up in races that maybe i can't compete in, but something i would love to win. i live in a funnel cloud that you made composed of love and strange ways. untamed winds, i can feel love spiraling out of contro

creaky landing, these joints ache like door hinges weary snow melting into the soil, i am an unfiltered drain sliding down the stalks of grass blades. minutes are droplets down the waterspout, with the big and little hand(les) turned ever so slightly.