starboy with face
freckled all
colors
lives most
to paint
masks,
and deep in said abyss
rests a rack where
boy displays
all mom’s
favorite masks
along with the ones
that left her
grey with
sick,
in starboy’s blank
white mask.
image: http://www.kathysart.com/the-mask
image: https://society6.com/product/waiting-in-the-wings2043936_print
come waking blink,
will you flip over and
feel for silicone
or wake to
face me?
maybe you’ll just ask me
to reach over your
warmth for it,
just for you..
seein’ as it’s too dark
and dense in here
for any bright
to slip thru,
wouldn’t want to reach
yourself, for heart
may touch me,
i miss you more than
i-phone would have
you believe.
image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-A-Cell-Phone-Relatonship/691568/3741348/view
slippin’ from dream to
dream no wakin’ idea
what they mean..
or if grave’s ceiling ever
plans to lift up
just a bit,
i need some new air and
every window’s
sleeping,
need to take the edge off
with a walk to roof’s
ledge..
to lift up grave’s
ceiling.
i think i need less things
and less thinking
and maybe less thinking
about things..
ya know?
thinking about all time’s
worthless things that
demand further
thinking..
maybe i need fewer lazy
comfort drinks beggin’
me to drink ’em..
but when i’m not drinking
i’m thinking about things
that make me wish i
was drinking,
then i just go and drink
cause i’m so tired n’
weak from over
thinking.
image: https://arturo1219.tumblr.com/
image: https://violasong.tumblr.com/post/150593600535/flowers-in-beer-bottle-acrylic-on-canvas
oft truth sounds off
like arrogance,
more oft when there’s some
truths webbed in with
sticky lies-
oh lady long legs, why oh
why are you so fake
surprised?
i lent you pure sight,
you stole my
eyeballs,
offered my heart, you
never collected
its calls,
or connected any
dots at all.
image: https://jeffleague.photoshelter.com/image/I0000qr6Vd0Rkd_Y
i’m grating on someone
or something til all’s gone
or pretty close to
nothing
but that’s not
really true,
pay no mind, carrot will still join
tossed greens just spread out
and over rather than as
a lone stick,
hangin’ on at end of life’s string
spared my salad fingers’
pincer grip.
image: https://debbiejohnsonartist.wordpress.com/2011/03/02/tossed-salad-won-the-prize/
image: https://giphy.com/gifs/salad-fingers-saladfingers-11-7XuTO3v1yM3Usm7nn6
hello daybreak my
true friend..
i turned down a dark
deal for for your
warm hand..
again.
for you glow with forgiveness
and know how badly
i need this,
and are still willing
to give it..
though i’m not in any
real position to
return it,
seems so generous
and selfless.
hello daybreak my
blue friend..
ain’t feelin’ it yet,
but for you i’ll
pretend.
image: https://www.deviantart.com/phupung/art/flaming-hand-59611278
i feel my most at home,
when i’m at home
and alone..
in my home, where i already know
that i’m invisible and
know so little..
once company offered herself
as a carrot chained to
glitzy string
and rationed kindness like i
was fat kid begging
for his pez..
and frankly, that’s not a very
rosy feelin’ when i know i
could be feelin’ my
most at home..
all alone.
tho lonesome still rattles
heart’s door open
like a poem.
image: https://www.artmajeur.com/en/koszoadam/artworks/12188084/loneliness
image: https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/middle+of+nowhere
i park under moment’s
choicest tree,
and let river’s waves
warm up to
me,
but only when they’re
good and ready..
ripples catch the moon and
toss off embers from
missing youth’s
sparklers..
like divine invitation to some
beach party, i wink and
grin my R.S.V.P.
image: https://paintingvalley.com/beach-silhouette-painting
image: https://www.jerseyshorepaintparty.com/beach-fireworks-painting.htm
gettin’ lit up and writin’
lame rhymes with
eyes stapled
shut,
and i’ll unfriend most
of the world outside
but not my little
pet–
not ’cause i’m unfriendly
or don’t fancy
pests,
i’m biggest one, tho i
pretend to like
me best,
still clueless to which
side’s my best,
maybe it’s the whole
fuckin’ mess.
image: https://www.saatchiart.com/print/Painting-Interior-161-Big-mess/95942/6555521/view
