Sitting on the empty floors of this house,
The cold walls pressing hard against the echoes of my voice.

The furniture, once warm,
made this house feel less abandoned.

It is all gone, along with carpets and curtains.

Slowly, the colors of the house were drained,
One by one, each piece was replaced,
And little by little pieces of me were lost,
forgotten between the drawers,
or in one of the the kitchen cupboards.

And perhaps, along with my memories, I also started to fade.
For I can no longer find solace resonating in this place.

The earth is steaming
Boiling from within
Pustules forming in oily breaches at the surface
and below,
All the skeletons flouresce -
Do you not remember how we scorched every star into being
And breathed shards of silver moonlight into the sky?
Before we knew how to build invisible cages,
when all we had ever known
was the light?
I miss the tingle of stardust on my skin most
While scrubbing at dank layers of smog beneath each half moon nail
The ash of a day in this city making itself at home -
Have you dreamed of it lately, that glorious inferno? Dying a thousand little deaths while we baked
in fields of swaying corn
How lumious we seemed
bathed in liquid gold,
When all we had ever known was the light.
If you could breathe I would take you there again,
Will us both back to the safety of that life,
The great wide anywhere with the infinite violet sky,
And foaming waves slipping up the dunes-
Could you imagine our place, frozen out of time, where we could watch every planet turn and every leaf fall? I remember each constellation you called to light the way home, and how the earth trembled beneath our feet,
how we loved like we couldn't help ourselves
when all we had ever known was the light.

i am much younger than i am
my hair is dark and thick
instead of pruned bald
i am lean and meek
feeling hollow
as if weightless

we are at an airport
with no memory of getting there

i had left my hotel room urgently
in a jacket that is not mine

i can't find my Swedish wife
whom i miss like a panicked child
and my Asian wife whom i've never never met before
and know all to well
is angry
and could care less if i got lost forever

i am going home to my parents house
i remember that they are dead
but we had just spoken
there will be soup and Hors d'oeuvre's

they wait for me

on my way
the streets and boulevards are unfamiliar
yet old hat
and no matter how long i walk
i can never find their house
located somewhere in Brooklyn
on Haze street in San Francisco

i have a business
and retain no idea of what i do

i left my cloths somewhere
and i don't know why
in a locality i cant remember
for a reason that doesn't exist

a beautiful woman smiles offers me ***
she is friends with a girlfriend whom i'm committed too
but do not know and never met
i want to cheat with her
but guilty kisses will ruin everything
so i turn away
murdering desire
in an already anchor-less miasma

i remember a past
my life a continuum
of disjointed vagaries
tears well up

i fear myself a figment
a bodiless revenant
stranded in a fog
sparkles and smoke
incandescence and shrouds
a dis-junctured soul
that clutches memories
like braids of dust
living in the eye of nothing
a labyrinth of shades
lighted by the sun of cognizance
a wretched phantom
transparent husk
living a dark fiction
my grave a womb

i am the dead living