WillSchenck

Some late post-meridiem; There were several hours already tucked beneath his pillowcase. You know how it is when a hard day pushes you so deeply into your mattress springs. You know how it is when your exhaustion is so profound that your body can’t spare you even the energy to dream.            A pocket of acrid aroma            crept up the stairs, lightly wrapping it’s smoky digits around banisters            & passing by hung photographs whose subjects were as still as the man who slept. One wonders if that night, the bitter & black billow paused at the doorway & seeing that spent figure sprawled sloppily about the fou

your lips that wax all my heartstrings like vasoline / some viscous things you're a nice dress on a summer nighttime patio you're songs i forgot that i love you're silk or velvet depending on the weather i feel you rise & fall and rise i catch my breath & catch yours too

i am an anchor and you're not the boat but rather, you're the seabed, so you can't just hoist me up when you'd like to charter new courses, no instead, i rest all that i have tied to me inside of the indentations that i've forged within your shifting sands for every itinerary that will try and steal me away these fractured grains of you encrust my tempered-iron body bound, by chains to a ship i've never seen; though when the salt eats through these shackles we will float off together into an endless cerulean

for c.g. pt. 1 being in love made me into a better person. feet firmly planted, standing for something- someone doesn’t transform you per se, bur rather brings to the forefront the absolute in you. devotion bred from certainty. focus bred from devotion. and within your newfound focus, answers to questions that were maybe once so unclear that you hadn’t even thought to ask them, fall into your lap in the most timely fashion: your conscious has risen to the occasion and granted you access to all the tools you’d ever think you’d need to protect and nurture, always. you feel deeper, listen better, realize the weight

with two eyes you can see it, honey that you can do better than me but i'm asking you please don't my loving is an utter mess & the greatest thing i have to give it lives in my torso and always has & makes me sick and always does toxic thrashes in my body it begs to leave & find you hates me, honey because it's always wanted you lives in me like a stranger but holds you my loving grows with you; you make this world warmer

deep in my heart where the low ones lie did a stranger reside: a coronary spy. a lover from fiction and a hero of war born from soft kisses and holding open doors. a relationship, we formed where if he was feeling down, i would pop a pill and when my brain fucked up he would carry the guilt and he became my best companion and we had each-others backs and the end was never near until the "heart-attack." she drunk my love like wine and threw it up like hard liquor and with it, my companion! i have never felt sicker. and the worst part: my heart hadn't stopped-- (the blood still pumped) it was hard as a rock and cold as the floor when you

suffering in sweet repose, a mixed-up man- a dark blue rose he sees in fractals dreams: abstract his veins run hot his eyes look black the test was love and he failed it twice... or thrice? or more? who's keeping score? beaten and bruised he's secondhand supermarket produce left for the flies ... but lo, a spark in his eyes?! he talks in temperatures and moves where clouds go accepting the wind and embracing the flow. to sum it up, he's as happy as can be... (lies or complex irony?)

pre-show woes man stands on stage in the spotlights glow low-stress equipment tests: "check, check" good to go. audience takes seats man is busy learning how to decieve a crowd 300-strong why? because every song was a lie in audacious disguise a promise, empathetic for the gullibly pathetic.