When I was younger and began diving into moss,
I heard whispers of a place where the hours flew on the wings of wandering albatross.
There, never would you find a sore thumb sticking out.
Or hear the name of the lovers who left you in sacred drought.
The misty morning fog could carry you to shore
Back just in time for the service of the church of locked doors
And I'm still waiting for my ticket in
And for that I have sinned

Where does love go?
Does it hide under the shade of splattered moments?
Or in the smiles of passing faces?
Can you contain it in a jar and stir it until it becomes one even component?
Like salt in water/
Love sinks to the bottom and collects with the rest
And that's where the sages sing their hymns

All of your colors
They bounce off my shutters
And create a flume
Steady as we crash
when we make the shortest dash
to the empty spaces we find between our sheets
Can you make your way back down to earth
or  
draw a map to the center of the room
Or are you lost in the ocean of limbs that our bodies constitute
You are me and I are you
We are the windows of a big house
And the wicked little things that live within keep us shut all the time
Are you mine?
That's all that matters in the end
But as we drink our wine and
spend our lives we forget to say I love you
So we never know and maybe you never will

There was something distinctively heretic about the way this girl was tampered with.
The way she moved.
It was as though the finer inner workings of her Body and Soul were borrowed from another who's fate was drowned in blood many ages ago.
A symbol of beauty wrapped in the grips of a violent dance with inertia.
Cursed to make love to this world over and over again till love was reduced to a stain on the wall
A photograph of the sun,
all shine and no shimmer.
Standing beside her felt like the first time glass hit concrete.
Was I happy or was I just not paying any attention?
That is a question worth asking twice

In the spirit of the season
Cut your sleeves and come take
a walk with me
Down Victory Avenue and Sunshine Street.
Where a lung collapsed next to an old radio
We blame it on the snake
But it was really the toad
It's frying your fins
UV Rays and telescopes
We keep finding probes in holes that weren't there before
Is this what it feels like to waste away under an umbrella?

Sometimes gold clings to the bone
And that's where she comes from
On chariots driven by drunken sages
She'll glide gracefully into existence
and then fade right back out of it
Id like to think shes playing a game with her own shadow
to see who's leading who
As the night rolls on
The glaciers will melt into puddles in our cups
The dust settles into a stool next to mine
And takes on a familiar shape
We both look at her in reserved amusement and snicker like young school boys under our drinks
One of us will end up in her bed tonight
Cheers to that old friend

The first time I saw you
I saw blue
Crimson, bright,shimmering and effervescent.
You could paint the bottom of the ocean with her complexion and would be able to see all the way down into the
deep
dank
abyss
You are atomized sunshine
And the culmination of all the desires that a
kindred soul could feast upon in this material world
Oh yes,
I loved you in a million different ways
but
I could never be in love with you
Not in the farce sense at least
But, rather
how a tornado passes through a small town in Ohio and destroys everything in its path except for the bar
Enjoy your time in the sun, bluebird
You can find me withering away where you saw me last