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Kiagen McGinnis Dec 2011
enjoy

your

days

your

sleeps

your

drunks

your

adventures

he said as he kissed my earlobe with coffeesleepmorningbreath


all i can think of is how he lets me hold him and how    my art is forever different
because

he exists.
Kiagen McGinnis Dec 2011
tomorrow,
let's put Jack Daniels to our lips and a road under our
toes
.

let's find a frozen lake and fill our lungs up with majestic silence
.

you dream of a desert house with windows all around,
and i dream it too


of naked feet
of looking but not searching

.
a gift,
originally written on a typewriter
Kiagen McGinnis Dec 2011
i am no murderer
time is my friend,
it holds my hand

and we


frolic.
Kiagen McGinnis Dec 2011
I
AM
GIVING
UP
THE
IDEA
OF
LESSENING
THE
JOY
OF
NOW
FOR
FEAR
OF
LOSING
IT
LATER.

THIS MOMENT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT
AND
THAT
IS
ALL
THAT
MATTERS.
Kiagen McGinnis Dec 2011
i want to run every grain of sand in your soul through my fingers
not to call you my own,
just to
feel
because i am certain nothing could be as cosmically beautiful.

i want to take every piece of everything tangible you have ever put your energy into,
and meditate under it
slip my ears below the hot water of your composition.

i want to drown in the infinite fountain of catalyst beauty you spout

i want to dance in your orbit and wake up wearing things that smell like you

desires abounding, love:

let's be in the moment
to be in the moment with you is to be in the stars.
Kiagen McGinnis Dec 2011
this,
this is completely new.

''I was born on the Summer Solstice, 92.
I want to be free.''

eat a pomegranate together naked at a blue table
don't care that the juice is everywhere.

connect silently on the floor to Dark Side of the Moon

skip in circles and howl to the moon


embrace the cold of the fire escape, cigarette smoke and a view of the cathedral

a voice that you feel in your bones,


the most difficult night you have ever crawled away from in the morning light.
Kiagen McGinnis Dec 2011
if marriage is the                              fulcrum  

of your existence,


all i have for you is desperate disinterest.

what is there to talk about?
how you clean your kitchen and have submissive, dull *** once in a while?

here's a secret: he probably asked you so that he could get down your pants legally. you said yes thinking of a pretty white dress and that feeling you get watching Disney movies.



i asked a suburban woman this question:

                                                      ­   who are you living for?

hollow eyes as she laundry listed Jesus, God and every one of her family members.

no concept of self.

are you satisfied?

                                                     ­    yes. she said. i am satisfied.

how can you look at the state of the world and feel complacency? the longer i  live the more i realize

                                                        ­ that static is not an option.


girls, ladies, women

                                                            you don't need the validation.
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