The lizard is a snitch, an infinite biter
On the brink of being flung like a tongue
Out of the timeframe; I totally relate
To that little beast who nibbles and chomps
What is beautiful into fragments of ouch.
Like Caravaggio did it: aghast and obsessed
With himself, swagger vast as a plump carnation
That suddenly erupts with pompous lushness
On a bush of doomed petals. Do you feel
Springy? Or do you need an endless break?
Relationships are simple arrangements:
They require a little water, a little powder
Like magic food for flowers. They’re sugary at first,
Novel as a matchbook library; or I’m wrong and
They’re unwarranted, like Apology Bouquets that arrive
Without warning from cheaters you recently
Rejected, so the buds are quickly trashed.
Rushing into anything is a recipe for burning,
But some filets need a lil char.

I is a little nothing more than delinquent;
I make rune – rune make I – I is a ready-made,
Ruined. You will never die.

Love is propulsion; love is repulsion.
You want most what you don’t have;
You get it and want a different got,

Because no one gets you.
Beauty is a cherub who jots hot rot from her cute gut.

Frankly, there’s nothing better than feeling lemon,
Transcendent as a juice,
Ready-to-be-squeezed –

What goblins frolic in your head space
When you try decompressing for the eve?

I def imagine myself inside of jewels
Like a ghoul inside a ruby,
Dangling on a necklace rack in a messy room

Where bedsheets tangle with half-read books
As I remain still, unworn on my golden bail.

When this fling fills up with water,
Will you bail me out?