Scarlet

A self-editing mechanism, mutually shredding a guitar

The blues of it, the itch, the ache in running sandpaper through infant skin

The different ways I come back to you, the same way you receive me

Too many humans, their vagueness a stream you drink from, time and again

The embezzler in you they think is rogue; you qualify as honest

What is dishonesty but honesty to few?

What is honesty but diplomacy to the masses?

I changed the day you looked at me odd when I picked the cherry with the longest stem

You thought it was a no-brainer I did so for the knot, just a tease, but I didn’t

At the time, the only thing with a knot was my tongue, yet, I wasn’t tongue-tied

Let me walk you through the irony of it…see…the deeper the roots of the stem, the kinder the juice to spill when you pull it out

‘cherries belong to the rose family’

The big five

The most economic, yet the deadliest

If you can’t kill the culprit, at least get your hands on his partner in crime

The brighter scarlet, the sour in tasteless sweet

An old encyclopedia you just dusted off, and put back on the shelf

After all, wasn’t there a dead rose in it? Ah, but its fragrance remains…

 

The archer that strikes from behind

It must make sense to synchronize a body

into a series of the complex; rust unpolished.

Less sense, however, to digest the susceptibility

of the rough, with the raw, with the weary

To the orphans of this gawky road, can’t even‍

I’ll pretend it’s alright, it is as much as it isn’t

You’d give it all, just to gain it all

Don’t. Even for a minute

Convince your other self

That woodpeckers carve because they sculpt.

 

Walking on thin ice

Winter and summer went extinct

When they thought of what kept them thin

Spring might have been intensifying,

but it was as cruel as someone snatching away scent

from flowers that wanted to be sniffed

By some asthmatic old man, his last wish,

telling us

that he preferred dying from the pollen that already wanted him dead


He was dancing on delicate glass,

and then playing Frisbee with it’s leftovers


And the dumpster that was suddenly noticed

By flashlights

Realized

How pathetic fame was


No matter how much you try and freeze anger

it will erupt

and boil surfaces, already condensed.


It’s like trying to equate the numbers on an equation

One plus negative one

Infamous

Never cancelling

One half only hunches to watch the rest keep a straight posture, boastful


Isn’t that ancient history?

Signs that seagulls and snitches have only found more careful ways

to control their wings with


How far apart are we

Yet feel like boomerangs in mid flight
Uncertain of whether they will ever come back

Uncertain whether it was even us, or something else

that swung them against the abominable breeze

that promised warmth,

but cracked ice instead.


It wasn’t the ice, you goof

Just put on different shoes

Go ice-skating

Just go, dammit, just walk.