Luciferin

Spasmodic Luciferin! Must you always flicker? Will you ever stick?

Such cellophane luminescence should sweep the streets with incandescence! However, I continue to flicker against the barren, shallow sky.

It was a Sunday; it was 1 in the morning:

Both of us lacked any sort of lambency. I thought, “What a place of safety.”

You shushed me up and led me to your hive. And for once, for a moment I felt brilliant, I felt alive.

Your body reposed at my abdomen; tightly, tightly our embrace had gotten. Too close—the impetuous prick of a stinger brought about complete perdition as the buzz of the queen infiltrated the combed walls.

The bastard was a bee! Led me to believe he was like me, lacking light and looking for something to believe.

Now I, on my back, endlessly shiver with a fly-like cry, squirming my tarsi to God, to the sky in such a struggle.

Spasmodic Luciferin! Maybe we will meet again when I ascend with the aid of my amberous zephyr wings radiating with a conscious glow of my effervescent bulbous flow. 

For Kyler

I've never known what it's like to cease from delving into fantasies: endless vortexes that swallow time and alter its line until we're sharing caresses, hands separate brittle scurf and sanguin flesh under our chests, under our chests.

I've never longed so much to empathize with a man with whom I have no earthly ties. It is time whom I chastise, So set on ephemeral; He flies, flies, flies. It's time that I find the time to make up for the lost cross of paths.

What if we fell in love and spent our weekends as analogs, clicking to the sickening discovery of the other's mind.

You don't acknowledge me anymore, yet you never really did.

I'm always the sand falling out of the sieve, you said it was because you knew I'd have to leave.

"One last breath before I finally wipe away cascades; One last breath before my dream finally fades with the mist of the crash."

It's a lie that I murmur to myself despite the fact that the waters stil run and my body continuously in-exflates around my skeletal body.

Kyler, you make my cell expand by twenty and my blood run from all the things that we could be if I had, if you had met me.

Hey!

I've never been very consistent when it came to being on Tumblr. Which.. is somewhat a good thing because boy is it time consuming. But as I have been visiting lately, I've noticed that I still have many of the followers that I've had for years. I guess I just want to say thanks for sticking around. Not only that, but you guys are rad. Bonus points for anyone who reads my poetry.

I've gone through a rough past few months, but I've been steadily recovering. Everybody goes through abyssal periods. But the best part of them is rising from them in a phoenix-like style. Can you picture it? Being settled into the dusty, gritty Earth only to resurrect your being. It's a warming feeling.

To sum things up, to those whom I've messaged before, I'd love to hear from you again. And to those whom I haven't spoken to before, message me! Let's talk. We can ask each other questions and get to know each other and all that good stuff. Anyway, hope all is well.

xx

sevans

School's Out

The irony On the bus I am reading Bukowski And the kids gawk, and oh how they scream with such vulgarity. They lose their breaths over shit and piss. Shit and piss!

Ten years between generations and nothing connects!