Them Freak

monster’s oxygen

emersonloves — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 20:04:50 +0000

Mom,

When I try to breathe deeply for more than a moment I can’t.
Where has all the good food(s) gone? And smells?
My concern is you & all of you
so, set me off, you said.

*Inhalations result in decreasing chest movement rather than chest expansion*

If my mouth made noises, then you’d know me
If my mouth was open, you’d walk in

kinetics

emersonloves — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 12:29:39 +0000

I knew you too when you weren’t me & your streets still love me, I heard. I see them in postcards and the mirror

I’ve been here for an eon or whatever, you said

in a visual culture

emersonloves — Sun, 02 Oct 2011 03:48:00 +0000

when you were it and the sea, i moved to the zoo with blue stains and an Island

Tracing galaxies on your forearm, I only wore _______________ rolled up like I imagined yours. Lets be brutal together. Put fingers in my mouth and face paint on. She is my beautiful son

with 4 nipples

emersonloves — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 14:36:18 +0000

i am happy and contorted___this frustration is a call to presence and you___like this:

“man”

emersonloves — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 13:58:08 +0000

On sunday:

emersonloves — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 13:43:58 +0000

Ze hates organized sport and so masturbated angrily in the bathtup.

SM

emersonloves — Tue, 20 Sep 2011 18:02:19 +0000

Lets have some sex, she said, looking into the creek

Mx. Marjurm Kapris

emersonloves — Tue, 30 Aug 2011 18:38:22 +0000

sphere of influence, moths–you’ve got eyelids for days, he said, lifting a wrench from the drawer. Lets be two headlights together and spilt.

of leaves, she said & the city

emersonloves — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 12:35:20 +0000

i am your bench and your breathing_where are the fountains_the shoes_i miss you and your wrappers, your nakedness_the sky between glass and glass and metal_why are you so hard_so far_so gray_i want to be your bohemoth_the turning is always away

wipe it out of your mouth

emersonloves — Wed, 17 Aug 2011 14:14:53 +0000

silver spoon or red devil, a spinner of some kind__he said, I can get so lost in your ink__Grandpa, I called you today and hung up