the word is there
right there on the tip of my tongue
like a headache throbbing
its there
i need a pencil for this one
the light from this screen hurts my eyes
eyes that are tired from sameness
brightness
an everydayness
but today its there
like spice and sour tickling
like sweet spreading on my tongue
its there
tongues that are tired from talking
and waiting
tongues that exhaust the contours of the same words
but its there
a new one.
like the smell of fish just out of reach
like optimism learning to breath
this frankenstein is learning to pump blood
hot molten
like subcutanious hemoglobin
peeping out from a calloused cut.

wordless,
you made a hole
burrowed
just under my skin
there's a piece of you inside me now
bubbling under like, red, wet, hot, paint
is there a word to describe
it came on so suddenly
the distance of you.
Oh to secretly posses you.
to belong to your lights
your streets
your smells
your wonder
your horror
to posses you like the memory of you
i have no desire for poetry
I want to feel the the words crass and crisp on my tongue
burning fire brand tattoos
unmeasure these words
i want the meter of you.
splashing red molten light from your puddles
stains from the wet paint of you.
ear piercing shrill
is the nostalgia of you.