In summer we all burn by Limbs-of-Osiris, literature
Literature
In summer we all burn
The summer is coming,
I hear the beach roaring from here,
can see shirts hung over shoulders,
sunglasses, arms round waists,
can feel the earth's purrs,
breaking hibernation,
pollens tossed up at us in fanfare.
Ants are walking over me
because we're sharing a tree together.
Back to back, we're trying to
make our winter's pallour a warmer shade.
Is it some sort of personal sign
when you let your shoe-tongues fill with tan bark,
when it's driven you mad your whole life?
Or when you eat ice-cream in public (the sticky
fingers a mere afterthought)?
These trees though, they're not changing.
I can't help thinking they
Of Pure Gold and the Future by RockerByBaby, literature
Literature
Of Pure Gold and the Future
These days, its like lovers have become
one hit wonders, picking at their scabs
because theyre not afraid of death, only
forgetting how theyve lived.
Our widest fear is the constellations
pulsating fevers while were calling love
every name in the book; your fondest
memory of me is now but sleep in your eyes.
Masterpieces scribble upon dilapidated wallpaper
of how nobody cares, then raise hell
about how all the breath-taking gardens
are being devoured, so why shouldnt they
be the next to die?
I know this bastard with hopes of becoming a father.
He taught me that unwatered plants isnt giving
Astrology Murders Us Slowly by RockerByBaby, literature
Literature
Astrology Murders Us Slowly
Our horoscopes caution us not to
come in contact with each others skin
because your body is a star, a moon, a planet,
and mine paper, a rock, scissors.
We are to connect at haphazard intervals
within calendars, diaries, photographs
(within our eyes, hair, and arms at matching tunes)
but never fuse undyingly
because your kiss is the sea
and my kiss is an island.
We can forget meeting in the middle
because your heart will leave a trail to the right
and my hands will be left with the blood.
We can disregard infinity knocking at our doors
because you are a broken clock,
and I am sleeping in.