Submissions by sleepingpollux

amber-scented wax
slinking through
my abdominal skin
as a lie on a candlewick bedding
i want to hold
onto the brass headboard
breathing
quiet, not so quietly
(but instead i
pretend to be
sick down to my bones)
quiet, not so quiely
amber-scented climax

school seeped through the
holes in the wall
my father punched
school has always resembled
a lifeless bordello

now summer offers nothing more than
rounds of insomnia
“empty eyesockets” as i call it
fragile wrist
cruder...

(i. blue bedsheets)
unobtrusive
weak
and off-white
he listens to lullabies,
stows his rarity in the sounds
surrounding him
so he never listens
to words

(ii. blue skies)
raindrops to enunciate the
bedtime stories his mother never told him
here he is, listening.
(at last)

(iii. seeing stars)
and the ceramic shards of
the cups and dishes
he always drops
-blame his infirm fingers, really-
are the percussive accompaniment
of the all the concussions
he’s ever avoided
but...