sparks and shards

somedays

I am being impaled 

by the weight of 

all that I am not.

reinvent, reinvent!

yet, my heart remains as is

engulfed in the flames of my desires 

it’s beating out of my chest,

flaring out in sparks and shards 

hold it back, hold it kcab!

an invisible string connects 

not here, not there

then? 

everywhere. 

the world is mine to take.

I say to myself:

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE!

but really, it’s right here. 

under a chock full of blaring lights.

sirens surrender to the beat

lub dub lub dub lub dub

the blood is draining me of my fears

are you listening to me now?

I lick the knife clean of my insides

they taste like witchcraft and ambition

sharp claws and wicked teeth, 

God, how my eyes make a fool of you.

moving from one thing 

to the next

my feet are tied to the hounds 

and I say to myself again:

MIGRATORY BIRDS KNOW OF NO FATIGUE!

infinite lives coalesced in infinite mirrors

I feel the writer in my bones, 

the painter in my heart, and 

the thinker in my soul.

some days, I cannot seem to

hold my tongue back

it’s feasting on eternal damnation 

spill your secrets and spread your ribs apart.

just know that when I look at you

from a height so above and beyond 

the dagger remains sheathed 

and so, I ask you:

will you trust me 

with your heart?