"Particles"

"Particles" 

Console there
between legs and fingers.
Taught arms to reach
but hesitation lingers.
Eyes
from the skies
to her thighs.
No surprise.
Taunted by temptation
and the ominous inclination
to one's physical interpretation
of a slew of slick talk.
That shit talk
where shit walks faster
than he did to the car.
Would've been the bar
just to ease some tension
but the promise was performance
and the utmost attention.

Wording.
Retention.
Phrasing.
Commission.
Flirting.
Contention.
Planning.
Ascension.

Stayed up late
til their lust was slaked.
Used to masturbate.
Now they navigate.
Now they plan their dates.
Moon mingles with the lake.
Left out late
so they park in the park.
Still really late
so they sit in the dark. 

Cumbersome skirt.
No underwear on.
Basketball shorts.
No underwear on.
Simple small talk
with the radio on.
Unspoken thoughts
through a few love songs. 

Tracing the past
with her legs crossed tight.
Reviewed her intent
and it all felt right.
Recalling their last.
His drawstring gripped tight.
Attentive to her nervous banter
as he reclines through the night. 

Console there
but there is no impedance.
No true barrier
to lend some credence
to what would behoove
the stall in the first move
to create a window
and fog up windows
to dip his chin low
and feel when she blows. 

No hesitation.
Just what was due.
Some drops. A few.
Some residue.
Some morsels left
among so few.
Remaining stains
that time maintains.
Evidence they've gained
of the mess they've made.
A strand.
A string.
Such flimsy things
shared in solitude.
Some memory. 

Just molecules between them. 

Nothing else. 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Arson"

"Arson"


Fire still rolling down south.
Smoke rising up from the east.
Ashes swept up in the west.

 
These are all symbols at best.
Lest we say
that we'll burn today
and agree that way,
don't assume this room.
Don't assume your matches
and the bricks it clashes against
will ever breach some line of defense
you've convinced yourself I've built up
for you.
Played the guilt up
for who?
Called a bluff
then you blew
but it didn't go out
for you.
Now you need someone to blame.
Searched your pocket for names
you've hoped would survive the flame.
A host for what you became:


Pretentious Pyro maniac
claiming that
the worst of your untamed flame
only burns as much as the blame
and perceived shame
you've saved for me.
Save for the
burnt ends of thee
you thought you fed to me
smothered in synthetic love
you've served to me
without the gloves
that vengeance provided.
Contact with your skin
and you can't hide it.
Scorched and scarred the surface
right where it collided.


Fire still rolling down south.


Words you spat out
you could've cooled
then swallowed.
Melted your heart down,
scooped it out
then hollowed.
Texts without periods or commas
but I know
that after burning grass dies,
fresh dirt won't follow.


Smoke rising up from the east.
 
Daydreams and goals at least.
Visions of travel and peace.
Sign from the skies
that your eyes can't hide from.
No more surprise
than where you draw denial from.
Visualization of the future between us.
What once was a glimmer
is a dark void and I can't see us.
You need the conflict,
dissention
and distrust
just for the attention
and there still won't be us.


Ashes swept up in the west.


Folk that you speak of in jest.
Places to be
that you won't go to.
People to see
and they don't know you
but they know of
and they know love
and they know what isn't.
Things they heard of
that you've said
but "didn't."
Your display of your pain
and my betrayal
that isn't.
No fingerprint on my affairs.
You want me to care
and you won't get it.


Distinguish between
the explosion and extinguished.
Use English when you aim
and keep the wick tame
or that anger will maim
all the same.
That's apparent.
Worth it to suggest
that you stir more and boil less
on being a controlling parent
than on being transparent.


Fought me for years
through toil and test.
Singe to my ears
and fire to my chest.
You've churned through to burn
what was left of the rest
just to claim what remains

 


























but those are symbols at best.


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz