Jeremy Moore tightrope

It’s an obscene carnival!

the hot blast of horns and the glass falling to the pavement

It puts glitter on the concrete and talks to me as I dance over it’s scintillation

Weight on my shoulders

Like heavy cold

There is no comfort in this

I assure you none at all

We’d eat them and walk down the aisles

Like we were married

Like we were a thing

Candy melt’s down the glass

I Wait

I watch

It crystallizes and the cores are tossed in the freezer

Candy apples

We’re you get your frozen pizza

That was the night you actually kissed me

Deep like you wanted to

Like you were in me

Gnarled trunk and body

You cover the blackness with bright foliage so the sun can play around and you turn heads when you walk up that hill.

The blackness leaves mystery

But the window dressing is not necessary

Moss hanging off her curves

Willow fingers anchored to the hip bone

While I fall asleep

Wind breathing over the hills

Quilted canopy

Reflections bounce off my closed eyes

I roll over and over

You always seem to roll into me

Air conditioner hums over us like rainfall

The void of inference

If we both die tonight let it be tiny deaths

Let our sick moans fill the empty space

It has swelled a bit tonight

The hunter bringing home something dead

Arguing the plane of dream and permission

I’m going hunting

It haunts me turning yellow up there

Like stained by the sun

It speaks to me

Haunting the hunting ground when hunting isn’t necessary anymore

Moon

More like moaning

Seeking attention cause it’s old and grey

No peace

Nothing to influence

But the bastards getting bigger

The moon is swelling

Dichotomy issues

I’m buried under ground

The crows trying to tell me something

As I heal

Let my roots grow

Before I was on the Mary go round

Sliding on the snake

Full circle and dirt is in my hair and mouth and ears

But I’m back from the dead

This day is my birth

I’m healed the cure the earth

No showers on the cloud

Arpegiated laughter

At first I fed the fire

It was always like this! she’d put a plate of glass up for me to fog

She would start with nothing and fit her body into these outfits

She would dig through her dresser and rack

She was all window dressing

It was a crazy love

I could always smell when she was wet

She was wet most of the time

She had great legs and her ass was outstanding

I could see the fabric of her clothes stressing as they fought to fit her

She was always wet

She had some brains too all her good went into her ass and her legs

Her mind was fantastic

She was a good girl

Going on 24

I was a wild thing who looked like I was 24

But her cunt was too big

It swallowed me

There was a few rips left on my beer

You

Know how much you can take when your driving and drinking

The tone was dusk the sun setting

I drove past the university the boy was on the ground lifeless

Spectators hugged his body warm

I know by the shape of his bike that he didn’t have a chance

Roads that lead to factories

Railyards that glow but wait

Statistics that move into a trash can

The lights and the chandelier houses

The broken bulbs of my garden

The pizza boxes and desperation

The bounced checks

The slice of paradise

String lights that lead into the sea

Lacy surf

The junkyard garden

It’s dry here in this bed

Traveling on trains when the ticket taker

Turned his back I was a parasite.

I don’t want to talk the conversation was lost.

My skin electric!

My mind enflamed!

I was a spider weaving its web under your seats

Taking the ride with you but never being you

Words are great when they are foreign and lost.

Im invisible to you in your sleeping car

You catch my scent while you sleep but I tell you this! You never remember your dreams.

Unchained in the rain

The drill to my temple

Your body’s gentle breeze

Fragrance of sorrow

Alive and waiting to love

Candle chokes in the shards

Fighting through the day that throws a tantrum

A lit cigarette against the black folds in the clouds

Slow love

Water turning to ice

She use to meander on my flesh

She used to kiss me when we fuck

Parts we recycled

Parts we refurbished

Parts went in the trash

Our lungs are hanging in a second hand shop

Like a pair of horns

Our hearts are being rewired like a fuse

We beat each other with arms and trade off

Nipples and feet and sex and ears

I always loved her nose and slight underbite

Her teeth were pearls and flawless for a smoker

Her body hair and mine were used to make cruelty free clothing

Our skin will make tattooed tapestry and cupboard shelf covers

Our eyes will be swapped and shaken and rolled in dirt alleys

Our guts and livers and brains will be tossed to hungry dogs

my stew!

She’s artichoke olive and Rainbow chard

She’s wild mushrooms exotic edible

She’s sexy

She’s sweet potatoes and parsimmonious

She’s lychee and mango and peaches

Dino kale and black garlic

She’s smoky tofu

And Thai peanut tempeh

She’s chickpea croquette

She’s heat and preheat

She simmers and boils

She sets and rises

She’s oregano and thyme rosemary and crushed red pepper

She burns your mouth and gives you brain freeze

She fills you up and starves you

Gets you drunk and high and sweaty and lost

She’s avocado toast and spinach bagels

Shit Chinese food and modern love

She’s twizlers and lemon pies

She intoxicates my mood

Her almond eyes

She infuriates me

Makes me brood

She loves me always

A one pot dish

Gufong and pastel

Spanish rice and cheesy brusselsprouts

She makes my mouth water

She tastes musky and bold

I eat up her smell

I breath in her voice

When we cook together