Gemini Pain

They are ancient tomes;
Moon and water,
Push and pull,
Yin and yang,
Harmony and discord.

Which bustle and bend within the spirit of the Gemini
Whom all know;
Every mind is a city
And we thirst to reside there;
In all of them, In all of you.
Our behaviour the balance of your mind,
We sway our hands dangerously holding the scales of your sanity,
Effervesce and fix.

You’ll know us in the crowds, by our eyes
Wicked side smile and insipid side step,
Narrowly avoiding what would destroy us-
After feeling the threatening tremble of it’s power,
How we wouldn’t have it any other way,
Pain and pleasure.

Addicted to the taste of our trauma,
We obsess over the identities of secrets,
We speak in whispers and reveal them but in a tongue you won’t understand
Plume and harden.

It’s being made of glass, with a dark past
It’s honey warm eyes, with a cold unbeating heart,
Of speaking code, the yes behind the no,
Of delivering soul, at a cost of everything you know
Hold and dislocate.

The Gemini, must survive in duality;
In constant confliction,
A mind unremittingly broken,
A mind relentlessly constructing.
Disintegrate and redintegrate.

Viper Teeth

Shoe-shinning gloss glimmers from those fangs,
Sweet-scented venom
Suckle at the teat while the Cobra sleeps
Because I’m a sinner for the drink,
That vicious sip –
The burn –
The rip –
So pure –
So rich –
Bleaches my heart

Sinking Feeling

I hate my room
But I never leave it
I can’t hang up the flag but I decorate the walls with pictures of my friends because I can see the pride in them

I hate the town
My name has never escaped it
The walls that tell strangers I’m a faggot
I’ll never know who wrote it, or who knows it

Keep my head down
By, I, feeling of displacement
All in all, headlights on a rabbit
I can never move, I can never get out of it

It’s in my head now
Everything is rearranged around it
It’s tree sap sticky and elastic
It’s a virus – it’s a carrier, it’s a transit

It’s associated with my friends now
Likely the ones who wrote it
A carefully shoved knife in the back
From the people I trusted with it

I wonder who profited from it
Do they still get a surge each time I think about it
Are they happy about it

It’s a sinking feeling
Sinking back in
To the mud I had scraped clean
And the blood I had grated unseen
Since I was thirteen