tinman.

pulling it apart from the skin
the tinman, who had not known love
also
could not know
(this)
once upon a time, some moments ago-
sunlight began to
leak
from his chest
(falling o’er iced white blossoms)
but
he did not notice.
o’ tinman
you make easy for transitions in the snow
(harried conditions in the night)
tinman
you do not notice me—–
still.
(of course.)

Explosive mechanical.

Yesterday, Pheromone girl, with her vacillating magnetism
leapt out of her heart, for a short, transitory moment.
But just as swiftly as she had let fly on hands, feet and knees,
She crawled right back in.

The misconceptions of oblique on-lookers

Why oh why should I depart for your gardens of fay, when you cringe when you hear my tale? When you flush when I digress, when I impress, when I stress. You ask, ‘how shall I wake you from your slumber, shall I name the ways? Open your heart to me, dulcet one. You are [...]

A candidate for my soul mate bled.

Yeah. This is where I write. It’s crap, I know. Don’t need to tell me. It’s just to release, this is my air. My train of thought, completely random yet not. That’s it. Don’t try to understand it. It’s not physical or emotional or sexual. They’re not about a boy or a girl or a [...]