My Lover is Gone for the Weekend

 

I feel so vulnerable and alone when you’re gone
when I’m reflecting on trauma and pain from those times
from the past when I couldn’t bear witness
to descending spiral stairs my life sprang forth from
the here and now
 
There was a video from the past so long ago
and I saw myself there within it my eyes red
glazed weary in existence, sightlines and moments
obstructed by futures obscured
I was nothing but a sick patient
 
I lay in bed, tired, eyes are heavy
my mind raced to piece together timelines
of where I was when I fell behind the curve
picking up pieces scattered and stained on cement
it was Fall so long ago
leaves changed and it seems like forever
 
I didn’t know you then but when I met you it felt weird
like you’d overseen the path before
your face familiar and knowing surreal
gaze before me in your eyes
from the other side of the bed
please see me 
 
MM
10.3.2025

Do I Know You?

 

Severed lungs
ripped out your chest
heart beating
in message he’s blessed
 
stimuli it’s sudden
returning in waves
etches a narrative
thread again
 
stitched black font
chyron of their dreams
reversed color seared  
bled along the screen
 
tinderbox kept
wood wept and buried
high cabinet shelves
candle wax and stain
 
Brand in his eyes
forged fires of Hell
imprinted screens
thread again
 
Motion of shadows
within stories of shade
affixed with an emblem
according to plan
 
Hollow-bodied
regurgitate alone
rust on the fuse box
darkness becomes
 
MM 9.13.2025

Breached Idol

 

I don’t want this breeding in me

bulging eyes turn hemorrhaging

when you can’t look the other way

dead weight carves out vacant space

 

Here is a script you’re born out of

eyes glued white sheets drawn down

the blank mask choking their airways

undressing their wounds

 

What is not done in thy name

in punishment for their suffering

corrupt the course and raze the faith

your status idol purity

 

Give birth to a vision you’re part of

acted out on your behalf

blank face expressing your terror

waging worship

 

Here is a script that you’re part of

its tentacles can’t be outrun

consumed and fed and exorcized

it’s never owned

 

I don’t want this breeding in me

I don’t want this breeding in me

I don’t want this breeding in me

I don’t want 

 

MM

8.12.2025

Bright Flash and Shriek Strips

In just 50 years
those of us still living our eyes
will bulge out from our skulls
with a surface like that of a fly
with its green sheen and adjustable brightness
hardwired into our vision then controlled
remotely by the bald tips of their scaling fingers

Memories of daylight filter in
through shade from across a narrow room
with graying faux-brown floors and clinic-white
walls of blank expression with narrow slotted windows
and a fire extinguisher on the far end
toward a high-paneled ceiling with fluorescent strips
exposing and expressing currents
in imperfections on the floor

Shit and food flow through tubes
while lights and sounds speak to display
lines and shrieks of a new kind of rapture
and the widening pupils in our eyes
look back through black holes as vacant as
the space between this bold frontier
and the galaxy we came from

The vessels in our eyes racing
to deliver and distribute blood modified in the heart
and salinized in the brain devouring content
fed and regurgitated by the annals of human history
then coded into newly developed DNA

MM
8.12.2025

Breeched Idol

I don’t want this breeding in me
bulging eyes turn hemorrhaging
when you can’t look the other way
dead weight carves out vacant space

Here is a script you’re born out of
eyes glued white sheets drawn down
the blank mask choking their airways
undressing their wounds

What is not done in thy name
in punishment for their suffering
corrupt the course and raze the faith
your status idol purity

Give birth to a vision you’re part of
acted out on your behalf
blank face expressing your terror
waging worship

Here is a script that you’re part of
its tentacles can’t be outrun
consumed and fed and exorcized
it’s never owned

I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want

MM
8.12.2025

On The Sidewalk (W2)

 

   Inputs ingrained

in shit-stained outlines

leaving their marks

on the sidewalk long

past the date of our expiration

 

   Magnetized parameter

pushed toward center collapse

of reason when given

space to splay its wares

in pressing display

grasped through an orifice

fully formed and grappled

 

   In-traffic enlightenment

full-stop meditations on high

arresting volume

of violent collision

with metal on metal

intersected or crashing against

an opaque window

bruised and brushed dust

stirred at the edges

 

   Vampire bats encircling

helicopters and beams

of God’s grace

on the sidewalk

spotlight down

unholy white scalpel

its custom handle

etched with my initials

and date of birth

 

MM

3.31.2025

Accident Witness Notes (W1)

 

This view collision
schism seeing or seen
shaped by mirrors
escaping formation

Its pitch shifting
echo faded reason
recreating recesses
within weeks

Surfacing face saved
precision fading
shading uncertainty
brushed bruised gray

Hints of blue blood
calm conscious
contrast veins
risen ridges in stark light

Sickness displayed
resigned in knots
common culmination
in twisted fate

MM – 3.23.2025