the receptor

dejected eyes meet an awakening oddity
naked without memory but honest and questioning
then met too by honest lips heart felt in crooning
speaking of meanness only too obvious
be that the punitive be the receptor

the receptor
what does it mean to receive
and what about function
simple carefulness and carelessness undone
a beating heart a beating drum

drum or thumb control
all of it power
and still there is laughter
and the pulsating chatter of slapping and flapping and gasping
til after

afternoon aftermath aftertaste
so much haste for such wimsey
skin pasted to a sheet after minute measures
a wellspring of want to leave it in the toilet
so quickly we follow suit

suit of darkness suit of death
love for sword play with cock and tongue
and incantations flux with sentiment
drifting 'cross barriers of paleolithic fumes
igniting your eyes against a morning piece of fruit

fruitful in hope chance
recording the circumstance
philanthropy for giftedness
niceness niceness verity
a simple test of clemency

clemency is it the job of the receptor
passively giving and at the same time knowing
the act is dependent on so many control factors
with innocent sweetness wrapped tightly round
profound with light and faster than sound

sound sound sound sound sound
another time around

and then eyes so dark that they seemed like a drawing
so distant but comfortable
like frequency sweeps humming
solfeggio harmonics amidst sycronized drumming
a house a home a pad a room

room for the budding of learning and growing
room for the mind to leave for a moment
room for surprises and smiles and owning
not knowing not showing but having and holding
seems simple but time continues to drink from its glasses

glasses of plenty spill juniper wine
vining sunrain soaked muddy my spine
biaural beats and spooky dark basements
black houses red houses solid gold blue
rat ta tat be boxin cymbal and flange

flange the great receptor
tie her up wet with wanting
hold her down glowing
sweating and groaning
beat softly for now so you can keep going

going somewhere she asked
he was shadowed unsure
she tried to be demure
he kissed her soft and pure
why the insecurity

insecurity lucifer and angel my shoulder
one black wing one white and grey in between
in balance divided in winter in spring
in summer in autumn in winter again
is this a job for the angelic dominion

dominion opinion cult crew or band
no man is an island he's only a man
and women can be temptresses goddess and ghoul
but we are no fools no we be true cool
or at least some of us do pound

sound sound sound sound sound
another time around

tangent intersection for a love lost street

written and directed by china star

cherry blossom sea song

written and directed by china star

how children apologize in the modern age

written and directed by sasha friese

mixed tape

written and directed by china star

from worm to whole

Moments trick the senses in a swale of intimacy
Your eyes glancing timid brush my skin like salt crests upon a sinking ship
And the echo of your unspoken words nudges my true self towards fawn songs
Invisible in the dusk of spring

I have lost the desire to hear your answer though days later long for an explanation
A chysalid of desire has engulfed my intellect
Distracted by wish pennies and meditating on dreams
It is this error in perception that blinds me to realness

Then bathing later in sweat I long to drink in
A shadow calls longingly that I am not home
Your touch has me perforated by bullets
But I have shed no blood in your name

In daydreams I am the puppet master and you my muse
A guitar riff repeats then overlaps into noise
An emblematic slipstream sewn onto the back of your coat
Reminds me that you are a real boy under all that wood

And my nails long like Thai dancers
Tangle the strings
Unfurling the threads that have woven this web
By morning my breath is too foul to praise you

And I retreat to a village of one
And I write with a patter of fingers on keys
And I play you our love song with freshly painted toenails
And dismember my senses while freckles fall like dirty snow

tangent intersection for a love lost street

you may never read this
this is for you

you may guess upon the meaning
the meaning is subjective

you may dance upon a spindle
i may prick my finger

i may spin gold
and you may hide your name

you may steal my little girl
not the one i have
but the one i am

are you afraid of what's under the bed
or did you already look under too many times for it be reasonable to look again

inspired by a night i was within and a night i was without

and just like a moment of awakened fright
so is the sound of yukele so basked in comfort
and just as a moment is lost on a pop-u-lust
so is a custom of standard lost
and just as the roofing lifts and bangs in the wind
so does my heart feel sure

and as the current shifts
from a vuluptuous thigh
so too does an unexpected excitment
crush a moment of weakness

and this is real
and this is part of the scene
and don't you forget it

and within an istant an instant was birthed
a moment forsaken
a thought given up
a kiss on a shrugged shoulder

and beneath a table a shift of a thigh
eyes locked before a wink breaks the silence
a love drifting on an ocean of painted horizon

in a belief that i have forgotten

angels don't forget and laughter beats all

and as it was built so shall it howl

it sounds different when i sign
i awake to wind
i unwind
i wind up for tomorrow
i rewind
i am winded

and the spinners against the wall reflect the fact that i've nothing to say

slippery slopes drip from media scopes
hidden in framework baffled by wisdom
idioms plastered on skyped eyes that relish
embellished by swag fags
that can't shut the fridge

our house is a very fine house

i'm not being sarcastic

"the greatest love of all" IS "we're all alone"

one more time ought to get it

awakening to night and a little boz skaggs
flute is fun when it's ominous with love
when are you coming home school boy?

that's what i love about poetry and disco

so poignant and unexpected

love like a two dollar word

like wonder basked in dirty sequins
like a metaphor that touches your secret parts

look at that girl
she hides in the shadows
she begs for forgiveness

then the hand that says its over now
where did that come from

i can't take it

i know more than that

it's too late to turn back now

all i can think of is "where is my back up synthesizer?"

i just realized how intense you are
funny that i was so blinded by love

i thought i was blinded by yours
but i realize now that it was mine all along
mine hahahahhahahahahhahahahahaahaah
my own

i like that i follow my own rules
it made me happier than ever to follow yours

throw me to the worms

i am only human
that's the excuse
isn't it?

how can any of us deny that one

death is a rebirth of something we may never know

like disappearing dreams of yesterday

we all spend most of our lives alone
even with your hand on my chest

and yet love is tangled

there is nothing short of dying
but i hope you are here a long time

can we ever learn enough
from the generation before us

we may never know

that is the beauty of faith

trust in your fellow human
whose only excuse is human

whose humectant body
dissipates in our thoughts

please don't tell me how the story ends

i'd rather guess the ending
and decipher the circumstance

loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again

oh those days of freedom
oh those days of nowhere to go
thats what love stories are made of

sometimes its nice to be near someone that's warm

and the daffodils are blooming
they used to be so sprite-ly
and now they cling to the concrete
the way i want to cling to you tonight

don't be fain by that change of direction
it's lucky to find a tequila tea-cup like me

i have this little alarm
that goes off
every morning right around now
only for a minute
but it's more consistent
than any of the traces of my past

i'll get up tomorrow and feel blessed
tomorrow's just another chance to win

getting up by sunrise
painting smiles again

and then the refrain
sing it willie

tell me then ... what do you want?

creek skip rhythmic blips
bumh bump dumnh duh slump skrump da da dit skop bump
repeat forever
or until i flip the record

i was once told that the rythmn of my writing was easily distinguishable
i think i spelled that wrong

but the thought that birthed thoseilllinguisticallyformedcharacters
is pure (really real)

i don't want to be distinguished necessarily
i don't want to be squished
i don't want my word extinguished like a cigarette that dies
before the thought was cultivated
or the sound of your voice lingered
or i felt something more than the script dictated
or the record played forever

the very not confusing disappearance of a grand fellow i hesitate to call a friend

if it wasn't confusing i'd have nothing to write about
if it wasn't delicious i wouldn't eat it
if it didn't look good on paper it still might be genius on film

you question me

a curious fellow you are
like our children the heroines

my story is like a plotless tale
houses like entities
cards dealt like speed

the creation of plush dolls already outdated by their likeness

i want it all
i want the innocence with the intellect
i've said it before

this old childhood music reminds me of a bar bathroom floor

in a good way

a plasticine memory spanks the great wizard of happiness

skatie spanks a lot tracked scores

sometimes inspiration awakens

a moment of insecurity

basks innocently in ambiguity

decerning contextuality

defined by immortality

a whisper gleans your fantasy

derived from constant malicy

a departure from reality

an unbewildered falicy

in a time when brains gather to feast

through algorithms discreet

a clown’s obsessions deplete

after a pitter-patter of feet

caress the moment that we never meet

cold rain pounds upon feet

I don’t feel like I want to eat

incentives inspire replete

and anticipatorily greet

the reaming while also deceiving

the collaboration of feats

a curious heartfelt propulsion

to acquiesce palindrome Pete

has left me with absent devotion

and slithered right down to my feet

treating myself to retreat

an invitation states

take a seat

it’s only beginning to creep

upon the moss the soil and peat

the dramatic enigma of be(a)ets

as they soften and redden my meat

a drumbeat

sends my heart beat

to sleep

an adrodgynous

airation from cleats

a coagulat paste made from wheat

conjoins us in super wet heat

denys us of feeling defeat

knowing what’s asked is received

and as time continues to pleat

into whispering love songs

so sweet

a couple of dancers

with harpsong entreat

entangled in feeling complete