Smearing

Our pyroclastic remains litter our once wannabe house. 

The first great dream is always a bruising lie, leaving one feeling cornered. 

Dipping our index and middle fingers into liniment jars, 
smearing balm like war paint, with an ash chaser.

We ready for something smaller, a one bedroom apartment, apart. 

BFM

Near-Sighted

My eyes see you 

inches from me

my heart feels

you’re

a marathon away.

B.F.M.

Molotov

I know fondness, desire, coupling, 

jealousy, abandonment, fear, 

a blundered icy cocktail 

with a warm and fuzzy back burn.

B.F.M.

Fear & Love

A new series of work.
Diagraming Life.

Title:
Fear & Love, balancing act.

Giddy-up-pony

I like when her hands 

slip into 

the small of my back

like a giddy-up-pony

at the county fair.

B.F.M.

Betrayal

Though you say
the morning cock crowed
I was miles away.

B.F.M.

Love Poem 22,314

Mosquito bastard
loitering, piercing,
diseased, delirious.
Love.

B.F.M

Jealousy

Brown goo, 
sepia seeping 
under currents
squeezed between
teeth.

B.F.M

Trail Map Lament

I found 
an old trail map
of yours.

The one with polkadots
and trails highlighted
in bright star pink.

Yet no matter how closely
I followed it, 

it

never 
led me 
back to you.

B.F.M.

Awkward Gong

I tend to let

two, three weeks

pass before

hearing:

gong, gong, gong

Then it's all I hear:

GONG, GONG, GONG.

**

The you and I of it

pack our baggage, 

say our goodbyes,

wrap ourselves 

in salve & gauze.

Say curses, 

close our doors,

and wonder what 

we saw in the color

off pink.

B.F.M.

Lover's Call

Caught off guard
she calls my name 
like an office mate
needing a paperclip.

B.F.M.

Losing My Head Over You v2

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Losing My Head Over You v2
16" x 20"
Digital prints available.

Artist: B.F.M.