Oh, how the days blend together... to hell with it, here are more products.

I sit in front of this screen so much, I'm startinging to think its weird during the day when the pale white light isn't shining off my nose. but I guess when you sign up to be a writer you reap what you sow. It's a strange contradiction to my writing style though, I'm all about figuring my life out through interraction, creating joy in my life through that odd thing we call face to face communication. But today I woke up in a glorious mood, maybe due to the fact I am mear days, hours of papers, and a presentation away from being done with  my undergraduated; or possibly its that I woke up refreshed at 11:15am, skipping my class that has an amazing ability to deflate me intellectually and leave me with a sneer and a distaste for litterature. Whatever it may be, I think today I will finally sit down, bite my lip and put the last of my poems down and complete this project. Through this project I've realized something about myself; I can spew a whole bunch of shit before I find something that I think speaks true to the Human narrative and in a more self-centered view, myself. these last poems were longer and I spent a little time with them. they started more raw and I formed them over November and now I present them, content with my product. Enjoy.

Convalescence/ Your Ekphrasis

I

This was never…

Staring at the Floor,

Two lucid minds,

Aimlessly avoiding the eyes

That once had…

These clothes confining

What we used to keep warm

Your arms crossed with nothing

To hold.

The empty space

Grows

With the tick

Of my golden alarm clock,

You’re miles away from me

In this room, we... are undignosed

II

The absence creates reprints

No blacks or blues

Only whites and reds.

Wipe off the dust

Enough

To see what we created

When we created it

A romantic picture

With several copies beside it

Corroding in the dust among

The skeletons in the attic

"She heard the message from the bottle"

I

Drink up, little Girl

You’ve made it where you wanted.

Here, amongst the wolves

Frolic in your short meat skirt.

And baby, they look hungry

But

Don’t fear, I’m hear

So Drink up, little Girl.

Taste the world, little mama

Savor the nail polish,

The flavor of watered down pine trees

Learn to love the burn

That coats your throut,

Restlessly sturing in your chest.

Feel your freedom sweetened or tart

Enjoy the familiar smell of your father

Of your grandfather

Of me.

Drink up, little one

I will always be here.

II

Drink up, little girl,

Take me down fast and violent

Spill me, my love,

From the corners of your mouth

Sliding cross your cheek

Rolling down your neck

Blotting your shirt with wet.

Don’t worry what they say, love

I’m here for you.

Drink up! Drink up!

Fuck their whispers,

We sing badly proudly.

Let’s dance, My baby, Just dance

I’d catch you when you get dizzy

But I love rollin’ in the grass

And on the carpet.

Drink me, lovely girl!!

They are numb, you are alive,

We are amazing!

 

III
Drink slow,

Wait for me, baby

You’re swimming out to deep.

I can’t see you anymore

Over the swells of drunks.

I Hit the floor, near empty.

Without you, Im naked.

What happened to you

When I got left behind?

IV

My dear,

Put your hands round

My shoulders.

Don’t Cry, love.

Tonight marks the beginning

Of our love affair.

I know its true,

By the way you kiss me

In the morning.