idle hands are the devil's art

Horned

orangegatoradee — Tue, 04 Sep 2012 15:20:10 -0400

Lizard lips cracked and dry from too much

kissing or the weather.

Cold, abysmal.

Conceal, slink, slither, shimmer

snake’s skin in the dark.

Forked devil tongues slipping

dripping, pink.

Igniting secret rose petals,

clenching, yearning all the while,

learning ancient rules.

Bodies, bodies sore and useless

limp, museless.

Bodies, bodies.

Shadows stretch to God

before noon,

cold tea resting in porcelain coffins.

C. 2008

orangegatoradee — Tue, 04 Sep 2012 15:07:00 -0400

It was the static of the TV set

Blocking the ghosts out of my head

It was the empty bottle of sleeping pills

On the table near my bed

White Rabbit’s playing on the radio

It’s coming to an end

She’s screaming

We gotta feed our heads

Well, I did just what she said

Magic at 14

orangegatoradee — Fri, 06 Jul 2012 16:34:00 -0400

Purple clouds cascading

Down feather tongues

White moon lacerated black tree limbs

Flames floating in night sand

Sleepy beach, psilocybin dreaming

Faces lit from beneath

Echoed breath and peach flavored tobacco

Arm to arm laying on toddler’s sheets

Empty saucer eyes reflecting

Heaven’s spangled breast

The Graduate's Smile

orangegatoradee — Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:52:57 -0400

What is this strange elation? Triumph? Bewilderment, more likely, the escape of all reason and rationality from a situation previously binding. We make effort to resist what is easy and so we choose a slow progression. A change in the trajectory; divergent paths have been replaced with a convergence, two veins into an artery. Looming in the fuzzy exhaust-pipe mirages on summer streets I see our feet stomping in autumn leaves, woolen gloves, and wind-nipped noses. I’m afraid.

The hours lap at her like waves breaking on the beach, rising and falling and crashing. Fearsome and...

orangegatoradee — Thu, 24 May 2012 22:58:43 -0400

The hours lap at her like waves breaking on the beach, rising and falling and crashing. Fearsome and beautiful.

Some have perished in these waters before, the current’s pull waiting for some discarded lover to embrace. The saltiness upon her skin as it holds her closer, like liquid in the lungs. Drowning in all the moments reminisced, pulled down by the empty expanse ahead. Rising, crashing, falling. Onward, downward she plummets, limbs mangled and embedded with sparkling pieces of sea glass. Shards of hopes dashed into oblivion by the miracle of time and force. The terror and pain, it is done. Now remains only the gentle lapping as she floats further from the shore, stealing away, folding her shining body into the horizon.

to fuck and be fucked

orangegatoradee — Tue, 22 May 2012 21:04:21 -0400

to fuck and be fucked

eye/a, love you

orangegatoradee — Mon, 21 May 2012 00:25:29 -0400

Of all those faces I have seen pass beneath that painted door frame, it is yours I have loved the most.

For a long time I ached to abandon myself, too easily ensnared by the empty promises of my sometime failures. Misadventure has weighed me down for longer than I would like to acknowledge myself. The void I once sought to fill has become a vessel for our love. Falling endlessly into a dark passage, it has always been just us, toppling over one another, trying to find our way through this strange dream. It is ours alone.

In your company I found strength and reprieve.I love you and because of that, I love me, too. Our life together on the wrong end of the looking glass has given me more insight into myself than any other relationship has granted me. Even though our time was brief, the imprint you have made on my heart and character are anything but fleeting.

I love you more than I could ever express.

dandelion and the lonely tree

orangegatoradee — Sun, 20 May 2012 23:13:00 -0400

I heard the tree fall, foliage floating on wisps of opulent sunlight

sleepily drifting towards the woodland floor

bathing us in green

alone we stood with clasped hands

growing taller

dandelions

summer wind blowing our wishes away with her graceful respiration

Hot and slow Wetting her lips Silently dripping A Face full of down feathers Teeth clenched around...

orangegatoradee — Mon, 14 May 2012 22:33:11 -0400

Hot and slow
Wetting her lips
Silently dripping
A Face full of down feathers
Teeth clenched around a section of pillow casing
Muscles beneath soft skin contracting

Tears

in the bed i lay deep as i have dug it filth haphazardly thrown across my bare chest a satisfaction...

orangegatoradee — Mon, 14 May 2012 21:48:36 -0400

in the bed i lay

deep as i have dug it

filth haphazardly thrown across my bare chest

a satisfaction rises within

i know that this is the end

my hand of cards

shot

the house crumbling around my helpless body

to succumb to the burial of another portion

another piece of myself i have rationed off

to one more worthy

to fuel another, to fill them with frenzied dreams i may never live up to

endless i feel in the static that supplies my stomach with melodic pangs

ambient sound that fills me, drains me of all thought

to sway with the nothingness

no thoughts, not in words at least

the guttural forgiveness i must grant myself

write more he says and I obey

he knows not what he asks

keys flickering, unable to match the pace of

my disillusions

this will not do

45 seconds of fury

orangegatoradee — Tue, 08 May 2012 22:56:34 -0400

1. A venomous indulgence, our knotted tongues and hair and limbs beneath the white sheets, emblematic of purity. A fortress unkempt from the violent adulation of each-others bodies.

2.All love is rape, and I have seen that face before, pilfering in the darkness. From the precipice of irrelevance, I push those men forth, their vacuous black eyes fading, erasing. I feel nothing and lay claim to myself. It is only you now, floating in the space between my closed eyelids at 12:41 am.

3. A quickening of the coronary system. Unanswerable questions drench me in the sweat of ambivalence. Things I ought not to desire and the dodging of cardial fracture. A page of things I can not say aloud tucked inside a drawer in my chest.

4.I feel his breathing beneath my cheek, his hand in my hair. The cynical logic escapes me, and I breath it out like helium from a child’s lungs. It leaves in whispers, giggles, kisses, moaning..

5. I fold into him, eyes shut, imagining a place more viable than this. A curl is then tucked behind my ear, and I shudder at the serenity that fills me. This time, it’s going to hurt.

I hang below you, burning and transient. An ember in its last fit of fire, a solitary moment of ...

orangegatoradee — Tue, 01 May 2012 01:32:02 -0400

I hang below you, burning and transient. An ember in its last fit of fire, a solitary moment of radiance before turning to cinders. Falling inwardly, an opaque patch of soot beneath a flickering frame.

A life synthetic. The syncopation of dissent, an abstraction of reality played out with human bodies. An all encompassing fear of the comfort that drives us to divergent paths.

I weigh this in time, as men often do. Slicing the future into edible portions, easy to digest. Legible, expendable. A trail of whispered tomorrows that expire sooner than milk.

It tastes like sincerity.

I Cannot Fly

orangegatoradee — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 23:01:00 -0400

Envelop you, whole. Walk with me into my droll dreams. They eat my mother and sister with razor teeth..vain sleep, I weep upon the waking. Dull halls of sandy hues winding down to the death of my family, the odd pomp and circumstance of such circumstances, a familiarity I cannot ignore. I cling to your shadow in the blindness of my circular plight. Yellow birds do not take flight, yet un-clipped wings lend themselves to futile rustling.

> 1000

orangegatoradee — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 00:14:57 -0500

> 1000

petals

orangegatoradee — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 23:56:00 -0500

She slowly peeled the petals back. It was early in spring and most of the flowers were bulbs, shut tight, pale, unwilling.

Slowly, she pried them from the whole, embracing the softness of each petal against her winter-chapped hands.

Petal by petal, she pulled until the center was revealed. A tiny maggot writhed violently, causing her to drop the stem. As she left she walked over the petals.

He blackened beneath her heels.

the longing

orangegatoradee — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 00:49:00 -0500

to lay down with him

to feel his breath on the back of my neck

to taste his mouth

his hands gripping my sides

to feel his hands in my hair

the gentle tugging to bring our mouths closer together

his whispers in my ear

to run my tongue along his bottom lip

to feel his power

we go to dark places under the brightness of train car lights

orangegatoradee — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 00:24:00 -0500

we go to dark places under the brightness of train car lights

Short Story Pt 1

orangegatoradee — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 20:26:00 -0500

Lita put her ring on the table slowly, not for uncertainty’s sake but quite the opposite. Her dramatics were un-relentless and at this point they had somehow incorporated themselves into our daily routine of pettiness and self loathing. At last the soap opera life was coming to a close with no resolution, but that was mainly my fault anyway. The platinum band made a small scraping noise as Lita slid it across the table to me. The noise made my teeth hurt. I shoved it into my shirt pocket, making sure to look her square in the eye. She was sitting in front of the huge glass windows we had installed three years earlier, the kind that stretched from floor to ceiling. All the light rushing in from behind her made her look old and pale and undesirable. I certainly didn’t desire her in that moment and it had been about three days since I was last able to look her in the face. I guess in that short span of time all the stress of living a lie caught up to her.

It was at this point that I reminded her how much I had loved her and how much we had shared. Now all we had in common were two children who hated us both, probably her more than me, thankfully. From the corner of my eye I saw Merlo, our cat, her cat, attempt to leap onto a horse fly that had somehow found its way into the house. For a moment more I watched him, again and again Merlo pounced and again as pests often do, the fly buzzed on. Merlo chased him stupidly into the living room. I turned my attention back to Lita, whose throat now bulged and contracted as if she was trying to keep herself from vomiting. Her glassy eyes slid over my face onto the floor, staring at some invisible object near the refrigerator.

a post from the past

orangegatoradee — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 19:50:00 -0500

I ran my fingers along the curve of his neck

His lips pressed harder against mine. He set his hand on the small of my back and I stood on the tips of my toes, attempting to quench the desperation of his mouth. I grabbed for his hair, loose black curls twisting between my fingers. I trace his jaw line. We float for a few moments, lost in the barren empty thoughts that only meaning nothing to one another can provide. Flash-moments of kisses on bare backs and moans stifled by pillows. A headboard creaks. The feeling of wrapping my legs around his waist. Visions of the stubble on his face, seen in the darkness only as rugged lines that accented the perfection of his bone structure. A hand guided along a smooth chest. A tender bite to the inside of my thigh. The weight of his arm laying across me as we sleep. The weight I felt in my chest laying awake in the morning. I bit his lip and the kiss descends into pecks, sweet and brief. Little parting gifts that let you know he wished he could stay. Instead he’s been standing across the threshold of the door this whole time. I think of that saying, the one about what you need and what you want never being the same thing. I shut the door behind him and fade into evening sun that filled my tomb. I think about him. And then I don’t.

I fell in love three times. Three different people. But I fell in love with you three times.

orangegatoradee — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 19:25:00 -0500

I fell in love three times. Three different people. But I fell in love with you three times.