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POEZIA

#p462,line2

to get to the other side of this

toilet of an experience.

But I think that’s what makes good company.

An evening that holds no regrets, truthfully.

To build a body on the land of bones

Is a fascinating endeavor or whatever

I kiss the lips of the gentrifier

And sweetly wonder if

a contract is in order

For sale or for lease?

Its in the fine print for me

I eat the fruit off the tree

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Under the sweet moon

the strike of lightning

that illuminates the heavens

I cast a spell in the evening

and fall onto the land of your bones.

I thank you for landing

in my time’s zone.

How is it that in no man’s land

The Marfa animals are set free

To buy the body built on the land of bones

is a rite of passage

And I wonder when I’ll know what it’s like

to feel like home

I kiss the forehead of the gentrified

It takes a watchful eye

That's what we do...

I MET THE PEOPLE

TAKE

OTHER

WHO CONTROL THE CLOUDS

PEOPLE'S

they asked me for advice

dEMONS

&

said, "the clouds haven't been

make them

cooperating lately. we

desperately

OUR OWN

need rain."

TO WHICH I RESPONDED,

-evk

"just pull it down."

it’s a tough thing

watching a drummer

tell their partner

they’re going on tour

again

luckily

they’re an artist

they’re putting their birthday

in their calendar now

they’ll be gone then

but maybe

they can meet up in LA

i continue breathing

to honor the dead

i move my body

to also walk

with the living

i push the blood

out of my split lip

to feel something

outside of myself

that’s still connected

to a process that leads

me to a light pain

self inflicted

it seems to be

my current mode of

transportation

#idkwbu

#lnadjsml

Eat my face

gently

Rip into me

like a saint

I look at you

with feeling

You kiss my cheek

tenderly

After we neatly

tuck away the animals

We unleashed

under that one

Full Moon

when i’m dancing really hard

i like to spin around

and imagine what it’d be like

to spin so hard and fast

that i fly away

#NOMS

to bite the nail

until it bleeds

is a fascinating endeaveur or whatever

i find the sweet spot

get my vampirish canine right under

and start to peel it

back slowly

right on the edge

of tssss, ahhh

there it is

blood comes out

i lick it off

to reveal that piece of skin that serves as a final defense

and when i straighten

my finger

it pulls with a tension

maybe ready to rip open and gush

but i haven’t taken it that far yet

i save that pain

for a weirder day

#BLAHBLAHBLEH

a knock knock knock

at the door of opportunity

but my lover has hidden the key

screw screw screw

in the bulb meant to shine above my head

but my lover has flipped the switch

and instead i lap up defeat

from a bowl on my hands and knees

placed at his feet

eat eat eat

up the

blame blame blame

will there ever be a day

that i’m no longer

a human girl in pain?

#L.O.T/S

have you ever survived

on the shine of the stars alone?

under a freezing desert sky

a cool 37 degrees

with nothing but the light

you followed to get here?

the city i’m from

runs on hot concrete

and neuroses so thick

you confuse them

for illness / traffic / road rage

i went searching

for a different kind of life

and landed on a goat farm

in the Land of the Strange, TX

my car broke down here

as i was driving out west

to gain some perspective

and dissolve an identity

i no longer could stomach

i say landed because

it feels like something

picked my body up

and dropped me off

on salvation’s back porch

i wake up at 6am to write

i work my rent off

tending to the land

and animals during the day

yes

it is as romantic

as it sounds

this town opened up

and embraced my

sick, worried body

like a mother, a friend and a lover

who am i to deny my fate?

#HeadlessHumanGirl

it’s time to see lots

in my very own dreams

the places i go

to escape reality

i wish i could sleep less

i wish i could not get tired

and stay up as late as i want

working away on some beautiful nothing

rather than sitting here wasting away

in a dream land that holds all

my deepest thoughts and fears

waiting for me to

show up to the party

lucky me

to have a pillow to rest my head

how i wish instead

to have no head

to finally lose it to the dread

that’s locked away safely beneath my

polished exterior

#AcidBrain

for sale or lease?

could you let go of me please?

i never said you could hold my hand

the feeling is too close to friend...

as convincing as an empty billboard

you make me feel like i could be something more

these clouds are a kingdom to me

take over and rule

how do they have my eyes?

don’t force it

we have all our lives

to wonder how much longer

we’ve gotta go on

and try

well the coffees always fresh

and this sweet depresh

will go on no longer

i feel it

i’m getting stronger

wrap me in your haze

i can take it

i just want to see you naked

lick your neck

and see if you think we’ll make it

i’m ignoring the signs

for a different kind of time

i’m trying to have

a different kind of life

where’s the map?

#HurtStew

so, do you accept the crazy?

do you look at the towel on the ground

and say

i threw that?

the red in the glass and say

who poured that?

and you’re not sure if that’s what

you should be thinking?

i guess it’s like

what are you eating

and do you breathe really hard

once a day?

which artists are you following

and which version of you

are you projecting?

i’m here to tell you

the only question master in the room you’ll find

is in your own reflection

and in that

you’ll find a candle that burns with a fire that

hurt you

#GoodGodDamn

stared at the full moon really hard

i watched it catch fire

a blue flame

with a black hole

surrounded by orange light

trying to swallow it

i saw the man

his mouth moving

he was screaming at me

confessing his sins

begging me to save him

from his own shadow

i’m sober but i’m detoxing

crying but i’m projecting

there’s a juiciness to seeing things that

aren’t really there

edge walking

is my chosen path

#DRMDMN

dream demon

is hanging around

following me

all around town

i see it waiting by my car

hoping i’ll close my eyes

for just a minute

catch me if u can

wait no that wasn’t a challenge

i’d prefer it if you left me alone

altogether

there’s at least

something comforting

about knowing

someone wants to stick around

god i’m sick to my stomach

on this lovesick shit

i can’t eat right

i’ve been high for 1O days straight

wondering how to

eloquently present my findings

from the other side

how to bring myself back

to the place i knew before

something tells me

im never going back

that i must charge forward

into the unknown

and forget where i came from

start over

learn a whole new world

as the other sets itself on fire

before my eyes

it’s my job

to clear the ash

and plant the seeds

i want to be a brilliant writer