Dysania

Threads of hair weave into my pillow

Threats of time shake eyelashes

Pull the chest up first,

Heavy goes the head.

Can’t. Leave. Bed

Logolepsy

Bite bite bite bite down on the sound

Lick the spaces, fill the wounds of words

It is as appetizing as the breath of
two vowels in love and helping each other exist.
So bite down on the words you can’t live without.

Kalon Crippled Comatose

Remove your kalon crippled comatose skin

Reach inside your lungs

Repeat after me

“I am beautiful — I am beauty!”

Every morning and night for best results.

Encolpius

I wince between dancers of the gothic glamour

bathed in bodies I have never met

and we scream in unison a guilty pleasure, 

feeding a poetic laugh.

I flow past eyes that will never see me and capture breaths I will never have.

But I live this everafter

After a world of great disaster.

Metronome Mouth

And so you tap your chisled-tipped words on chalkboard like a metronome mouth piece. I time the words of betrayal. Right on time.