Feelings

Those who write love songs
Should be shot on sight
Lined against a wall
Shown a grainy stream
Of their significant others
Weeping in pain
We drink champagne
To their broken spirit
And laugh about
Feeling dead inside
Emboldened by rage
Growing like the wall
Flowers between buildings
Speaking out is insolence
No love sweeter
Than breathing in
Cosmic dust
Feelings are a distraction
From the death
Of the universe

Feelings

Foal

Waiting for the right
Girl to inject the ink
Drink deeply from
The well of ignorance
Setting fire to rule
Books that explicitly
Forbid arsonists
Passionate hearts
Unsteady feet
Thrilled to see
Flesh, imperfect
As my own
I get emotional
When dressing
In gowns, not
Designed by hand
Proud parents
Wave us off
Cursing us
Under their breath

Foal

Umwelt

It’s choking hot
We’re nearly always
Under dressed
But I’m struggling
To hide the fractures
Underneath my skin
I want to be as upset as she is
Every incremental increase
In temperature.
I want to shout at every
Mention of nuclear solutions
Sweating as we are
Melancholic in our conclusion
I can’t satisfy myself
Let alone the desires
Of a woman carrying
An environment
My hands numb from freeing
Ice shelves building
Around the poles
Of our love

Umwelt