Category Archives: Poetry

I’ve been writing poetry since I was seven years old, and people like it; so they claim!

Aemilius

Posted on August 22, 2022 by Oil Underneath

Feels like I’m on fireSinking shoulders slowly in this body ofFlickering plasma Little creature..Remind me why my soul sips these waters..so Ether… -inhale What a soul pleaser…what a white hot diamond cranium to lead this heat seekingThrill teaser ..Her skin…like … Continue reading →

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Socialpath

Posted on June 19, 2018 by Oil Underneath

One day I’ll throw the phone away You know where, not to find me And it could not stay, these hints have been universally reminding me that ultimately, baby… Who could see, what the eyes are processing I always shiver, … Continue reading →

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Rainbow slits 

Posted on December 5, 2015 by Oil Underneath

Hell, for it represents the ghost outside the shell Making sure each droplet of soul falls into the well I am surprised, at how far they, we, fell Now the lips look for ear cartilage to press against…kiss, or tell? … Continue reading →

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Little lightening

Posted on June 12, 2015 by Oil Underneath

I thought I felt your nose… .. Woke up in the middle of a moonless night with no clothes Naked with blue breath…froze Like our image in picture frames Holding a permanent pose As these… colours swirl through my nose.. … Continue reading →

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Sensual Surgery

Posted on April 5, 2015 by Oil Underneath

When these lids split and the wet spheres in my face roll back in position to sit I awake feeling solidity at each finger tip in between the valley of scabs where in the night my skin has ripped ignoring … Continue reading →

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Lately.

Posted on June 25, 2014 by Oil Underneath

Stuck, in you, mango flesh between the teeth Everything, I knew, liquidity like laying in your pores spreading through your night Never blue, never not us in our canoe Mm..no, your everything is pursued I just want to sleep with … Continue reading →

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Copper people

Posted on April 3, 2014 by Oil Underneath

What happens when the tattoo lakes on the organ skin run dry? Seeing that lovely lavender vein, beating atop your eyelids pumping blood…when I’m in. Again an again, until the strokes staccato, hemp milk spilling into an opal bottle, are … Continue reading →

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Pyramid kissing scheme

Posted on March 23, 2014 by Oil Underneath

Seeing what these eyes were meant to view The lonely few sitting under star light blue Thinking about all the what he did to who You, with your whatever glue Holding the old broken pieces, never new Me, laying here … Continue reading →

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Soul eater

Posted on December 26, 2013 by Oil Underneath

I sat down today Can’t escape, following me You’re cracked across the face Solace Ready, jet set, radio future We’re dancing, organic walls Questions, answering Chelsea Pier, New York You were so easy to talk to What a spark, be … Continue reading →

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Don’t smooth out my kinks.

Posted on December 7, 2013 by Oil Underneath

Because like Prince, I want to do the opposite of what that man thinks Don’t smooth out my kinks Puffs and twists, that shatter the teeth of picks I like my ethers at nine, and not six Don’t smooth out … Continue reading →

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