Electrik0n

i write about the ocean like it is a lover

but the truth is it terrifies me. 

it can choose to still, to reflect

the sky and all its shimmering 

promises. it can rise, roar, and

swallow. 

~K.T.

I know you do not exist

But you think you do

Looking for darkness

In broad daylight

I float above the debris

Freshly risen from the grave

Where moths gently flutter

And the worms quietly dance

At the rhythm of blue crotchets

Hanging from red green wing tips

Resting beyond the horizon

Where your brokenness waits

Behind a shattered mirror

Light City

you solar flare, enkindle all

lounging poolside plague the apartments nearby yeah, im on your back you're, easy to second god them assume i need your — i really need your — my theoretical models more shameful than Jane Birkin theses and ripped red camelias these are no times for innocent eyes, bordellos our overeducated elbows — passers-by pre-September matchsticks arrival of late — trains you've seen it all, all it seems you've, waved goodbye, if it's fantasy made of swallowtail sensation drunk on your humid breath, — chisel your truths out: of my Mongol hordes hands that warm-up Prajnaparamita Sutra three am — is never deceased, a mouth of Korean cabbage heatwave artform, and we can superglue like last two pages, silky moist after hurricane rains

beneath the barren trees I am finally home

A life of commas and semicolons The pauses and hesitations of the ellipsis The catastrophic ending of paragraphs The solitude of the blank spaces And the freedom of the thought never written

what the moon can see

it is twilight again. she settles 

into her spot upon a sky full 

of stars. she looks down. i 

wonder if she can see through

the blinds and into my bed. if she wants to see all this pain.

~K.T.