DISAMBIGUATIONS

We can celebrate melancholy,

be the roses of the night

and plasticise our smiles

for others to keep

or to

borrow.

JUST DON'T BLINK

GLASS

I shift and shake in my sleep.

The bed is made of glass. The bed is a kite

like a chandelier question, wondering what broke.

I spent my night dreaming bloody sunrise

two dozen times, and I am tired like

living marrow that swims in a grave,

too real to be anything but latent memories

of when I watched you fall,

and spasm with lightning

before you became a god.

FREEZE AND SMOKE

MIAMI

CROSS

WRONG WRONG WRONG

SUMMER

GIBBERISH

BLACK AND BLUE

I remember a sky I once considered blue,

a twisted atmosphere with the pressing kind of heat

that kept me walking until the reds and purples of sundown,

when the silhouettes of the streetlights would notice my struggle

with the upcoming dark, and light my way.

I remember how I made maps of the stars

in a galaxy that felt so big to me,

of which the contents now lack brightness

to dazzle me, or to even outshine the eyes

of those I do not care about, to turn my cheek-

a feeling of bitterness.

this sky, now-

consists of every shade of black.

F-F-FEVERISH

I fell like a feather from the sky that day,
or maybe I fell like a rock but I remember it being really
peaceful, twirling around without any idea of where I was going to.

DAZZLETHEWONDROUS

HAVELOVEWILLTRAVEL

BLACKGOLD

But we, with such complexity, loathe it as if it was love.

Sometimes, it makes us wish we wouldn't have to go through it,

as much as it can be exactly what we want and strive for;

but it is, always, our identity- and we need it.

FAKEFUR&FALSEFEATHERS

SUMMERISCALLING

You were the kind of guy that held my hand

and remained silent-

not because you don't have any pretty words,

but because you know I had heard all of them before;

they'd lose their meaning.

We were drowning in the sunset

and I had already told you

that your smile was the kind that reminded me of the sun

because it lit up my eyes.

YOUDONTSMELLOFROSESANYMORE

Photos by Neil Krug.

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