basiceconomy

[basiceconomy]

Called out

Negative space on my map

clemency on yours

The gravity between fire and air

it is at jump, fleshy juicy

reverence

It ends sticky sordid stale

Contort ours to meet theirs

I will call you on it

You’ll leave the line

Unanswered

Wrap your tongue around my _____, blanket

To rip away when i pull for coverage

Youll tell me you didn’t want to

-When abandonment is validation

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Dissonance in pauses

Secrets fastened in crevasses between

Untrained fingers feeling for clefts to expand into

An anchor for the propelled body

They are all scholars waiting to echo the sound of knowing

X

Dissonance is the canvas for resolve

So where is it

Is it to clink between clangs for

Ever

Ringing hallow and far

And close

And far away

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the milk, the drain, fettered

heaving until the spoils are splayed up to float the breach

“I can’t move because he’s comfortable there,

Legs tangled in mine, hands tangled in hair”

-Actually, I move and he moves with me

His morning hands wait to be filled

And I fill them

because

I cannot bear the thought of his palms empty

still warm

Nailbeds like riverbeds, perfect

and disregarded

Motioning to come here for

Freedom within

Contentment can also be a deep warm ditch

It can be found on the tongue

It can be found on the tips

Of fingers

Coated in sweet almond oil

and ready with epipen

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he don't give a fuck to find my little tree or spotted dog

The only one who saw me would manipulate me into eating cookie dough ice cream

And then she'd

follow it's tracks to my belly

And tell me to roll and tuck my shirt

You love me like you love calendars

You love me like you love the feeling of the trash going out on a Tuesday when it's full

You think its cute when my hand is cold to the touch

like, 'it's only been alone a minute'

I'd cap strawberry off a waffle cone and suck it to it to its liquid core just to send her a song

Strawberry

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Podcasts on breakups advise against this

How to not notice how your long hair flows down in blues and whites

and you graduated

v. to hoops

home is hanging from your right ear and polluted

vvvv bludsmoked and no one knows which songs I've written by phrases that re-present

no one likes my

. poems except my dad when he's feeling sorry

And no one knows that no one will be prouder of me than you and you were when we smeared my kunt_blood over your eyes

V v wide fenced half open eyes within which chewed a thing

Which chewed a hole big enough for me to pop through

a hole big enough for her to see into

where she found me

If you refound me on soundcloud you'd tell me to bring back the electric

Forgetting that you took it back

Yesterday i told someone a friend and I painted each other blue once

Forgetting it was I who painted you

Creased your cheeks

A proud green-blue

our green.blud berth day

I am glad that you are home

you look brighter now

and fuller

even through the ink

V.

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She is not an enigma

She is not the familiarity in her touch

or her tongue, running a fever- lap

What collapses around her teeth or leaks between

lightlamps // slots within iris' which parts of you fall through

the damp, dense swamp of your lust

__ runs through blud puddles high between her thighs

the wet glaze of the moon grinding ridge at top.lip

The light she leaves on to summon you in

to the grip of home

she isn’t smiling, moaning, or crying for you

If you believe this, you may not be consumed

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The way things play and pattern

dragged

Garbled

Paused

-

Out when there was paint on your uniform and it had no name

In what you were hiding | Nothing

Out tag you begging for the bite scratch harder

In punched the swirling of the white bubbling wreck

I know you killed him

I know they are all watching and that I will watch this die

I plant my heels and let the water

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There is something

In between tazes to the belly and melted cheese all over 2 dry ass pieces of toast

Something glares at me with its head cocked

I stare

It stares

But illuminated is only the blacks of its eyes

I stand very still

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Everything is always answer whey in 2 weeks or 2 years or 10

Days or years or months

But how many ways can we lull shut the mouth who digs holes and fills them with worms and men and childhood pets

“That latch onto your feet’s and slide under your nails and swim in your blood and come out your butt, I’ve seen it

I see it every day”

But for how long

2 weeks 2 years or 10

Days years months

How many weighs left

2-10

Dual minute-dial- uptone

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m i ok

A pencil tools a heart onto paper

outing a string wrapped pricked finger

dragged red across the wall in the same shape

Bone Etched into stone foundatio

between baby teeth is where I fall/ even now/ places my tongue hasn’t gone/ between leftward twitches and every other thing. Abrupt

Cross her heaving chest/her chest is heaving

Dividing ringlets that hold each other close and push back and toss in the belly the whole way home

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I’m not sure if I’ll remember this one when I’m bent with want

But last night you came to me violently/ unflinchingly

whip backed tongue tucked in the back compartment of the throat

Nose crunched you curl your lips back/hiss/ask for a kiss

Inside crackled that thing which you fed me to as you peeled me away

I watch it flicker still

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I’m an iron spiked bat and an early swing

except when the thigh of a middle aged man shakes mine via contact at the knee at the meeting of our partition on the plane

and a cold spoon drags down my spine as I un-notice a felt blue blanket’s urgent undue pop

the screen a seat over displays a Bollywood actresses lips coated with

something primordial dipping onto and over her breasts

This holy water extinguishing the light his woman shone

now wrapped in fireproof blanket_ unseen behind the deep sleep inflicted by the lock of his right arm

I raise the volume and fix my gaze at my screen but can't tune out his quickening breath, increasing twitches and groans signifying completion. He collects the produce of his labor with a napkin he’d had ready since i’m here

I’m here so he doesn’t reach too far or search too long for another

he folds the one already used to wipe the sweat from his brow and pretends even he doesn’t realize that he’s loosened the pinch between his first and second fingers

waste collapsing to the floor

and instead of calling for a member of the flight crew i shuffle through shit in my backpack to find excuses instead of tools

suddenly subtle and violently compliant

i ask questions which bark at the heel of answers,

like why am i nauseous when someone tries to create space for needing

i never liked to sit with a straight back or let my hands fall delicate atop crossed legs or switch my knees for a subtle hip shift so as not to appear desirous of attention

I never felt like a soft silk petal, I noticed that

I don’t smell or taste like one and wondered if anyone did

swung like a wrecking ball between craving and hating the pretending

I appreciate loud expression and raw non-accommodation in theory and like to wear leather, not gender, around my neck, wrists, and ankles

Maybe because the kind of benevolence duality creates only penetrates the pussy when its plush and neat and jabs dapperly at the back of the throat when it’s tender and pink and spits on the unraveled tongue when its clean. Pink and clean.

Or because it hangs a flag on its pristine lawn detailing exclusion criteria and can see all angles of her brain in a jar of glitter gel or not at all and can tell you that she sure as fuck shouldn’t have put herself in that situation

anyway, I just got through shifting that weight

I will not wear it anymore,

I’ll just rub my hands continuously over the dents it left in my shoulders

I talk about reflections on the polarity between progress for the soul and progress for the people because its safe

it provides space for evenness, unwavering

unlike

Yea, i believe in the ripple effect- in a pond.

I believe in ‘both’ instead of ‘or’ and in a shared sea of consciousness

And when I say cis white men who don’t care to change this can suck my dick

I know the universe can hear me

Sometimes it responds with an ass palm and a wink

Sometimes with shriveled organs and fewer friends

Sometimes with a wet napkin falling on my bare foot on a plane

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I will tongue scrape your palms, suck blue your fingers

Until the impression is made

Of clean

Picking out the peas

Mocking their shape and

You know, how they paste the tongue

Words occupy the space that fear occupies to prick the placenta of experience

Abort

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I don't need wisdom

distance is the disco ball flickering on the haunted axle of my hearing flamingo feathers and god mother fairies are painting the cinematic mind of that prodigal unborn peregrine soon to be caught in earth’s blue speed and dragging in a nonchalant trap our moribund hearts obituaries read and buried in galactic libraries memories elastic and immortal a gondola’s drowning in childish Venice a pirate golden tooth is repeating I don’t need wisdom just polished diamonds and romantic sonnets and you exist like this rose like this poem exist

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Twin soul confounded

hand hold adulterated

many a friend turned fuck

When was room for the click, snap, whatever

Preceded the wrap

A guide to the place where it’s safer than the go home

Maybe don't go?

windows barred in tinsel and string lights keep out those who will starve us of the one inside

today

Pulled by the eyelid by the fingernails of the revolution into space wrapped in pink twinkling canvas

Soured bottles shallow the breath

patience wriggles in the ear presenting unapologetic downturned chins

Promise

There's blood on my chin and worms in my hair

Soft tissues crusted shut, collapsing over a dwelling for

nothing left alive

to play

Take it back

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What is it

That possesses

That hooks between the ribs and yanks

opposite the way you want to go

Wriggles in the belly like worms just touched

Sliced in half and speared

A sacrifice

For the catch

Crushed wet exaltation dripping from the mouth

Feeds wasps making a home in the throat

Laying eggs in the cavities where organs reside

They grow, they feed

A sacrifice

For the hive

Is it now, was it ever?

It hides so cleverly

When we want to play

We feed it, but not to nourish

#truth