Oblivius

untame me
soft and unfocused
the universe spins and
shrinks around me

I am a giant in this
chromatic aberration yet
I am absent, fragmented light
dancing for stained glass galleries
consume me with your
color fringed eyes

express movement with me
fluorescent intent in each
of our strokes—
flat black paint pulled
across alabaster lips

the air you breathe is
immaculate
milky movement adrift
riding incense wisps,
our world has become bokeh
what are we standing on?

I have found myself: here
at this intersection: now

between aromatic impulsion and
the calmness of your mundanity
it is here we will sink much further

into this down-feather dream

Creative Colloquy Feature | Honey at Alma Mater

Thank you to the Creative Colloquy for having me perform as a featured guest at their last event of 2018! Check out their online journal to see where I got “Pacific Grooves” published!

Special thanks to Jake Thomas Shaw, the featured poet who performed right before me, for taking the video! For more poetry and any personal or professional photography/videography inquiries, check out his website at RadioReality.City!

Setlist:
Washington Beaches
Hammock
Pacific Grooves
Arsonist
Wild Heart

Pale Love

letting out a soft moan, she
brings chills to my skin
and paralyzes my bones

her icy breath caresses the nape
of my neck, she is nostalgia
dark hair and pale eyes
her lips whisper my name

my nose blushes in shades
of red

my fingertips ache
in shades of blue, I meet her

soft, pale body with the
harshness of mine and
once again, tangled together,
she has come–

my love, December.

Aroma

it has become
harder to breathe
on this continent that
is not my own, when
I try to speak, all
that comes out is
the sweet perfume of
small white stars

jasmine vines encapsulate
my lungs— it is not my
space

to grow here

Bitter

maybe it’s the dark,
acidic coffee I refuse
to take any other way

or the wind lashing
at my exposed neck
this autumnal morning

it could be the disgusting
cigarettes I smoke too much
or the anxiety that shakes me

I feel it coming
like knots in my throat
like frozen dark chocolate

and there’s nothing I can do about it.

maybe I’m just bitter.