Don't touch me
You don't love me
Put your calloused hand over my heart
Does it beat for you?
You can't even
put those three puny words past your lips

Yet when I hear ticking handles they're at twelve
Is that a sunset or sunrise?
We're walking the ledge
but your failing heart can't take another ledger
All the love I've deposited
The sharp breaths your claws caused

An unkindness flutters by
obscuring the orange view
Tell me, do you want to fly?
Away to there?
Away in here?
It beats for you

You tell me what a pretty name I have
but oh you know nothing
of me and my ugly face

Grew up in the projects
though i never finished mine
and that's that

"Hope"

A lovely name, a mothers lonely wish
Does is soften my calloused hands?
I know nothing of beauty

Was always in the way
and into to way
cruelty burned away the stains of naïve youth

But oh maybe we're cut from the same cloth
And we wear it so short
To be wanted for awhile

A hard labour, it pains us
'till we get to say
"How pretty you are my little hope"

Hugging icy vestiges
yearning yet earning
no ring
no, a ghost kiss
that drains
all of the remnant warmth
down,
           down to,
                          down to where?
I lent it
all I own

This moment
is stolen
you, who know nothing
of me
you, who spat out
my milquetoast
Hold me close
whilst reading prose
Lick my tears
whilst dispelling my fears

Call it a fantasy
so I can hear your voice
I have no choice
but to misconstrue
to keep you
Call it my sanity

there's something sharp
about your soft edge
when you're walking the ledge

there's a dullness in my worn words
that scratches at your heart
tell me how you want it

should i walk you off
should i turn my back
'cause we both know

embracing a star in collapse
tightly as to not let go
will make it sparkle anyway

What is money
but the means to an end?

What is money to you
when you are dead?

What is a corpse to us
if not it's worth in pebbles and gold?

What is war
but the means to your end?

Die Wahrheit lauert
Ich schminke mich beim Abschminken
vergeblich
Tröste mich selbst beim Lachen
Das es so gekommen ist

Die Lügen verschleiern nicht viel
Ich schminke mich ab beim Schminken
vergeblich
Lache beim Verschlucken der Tränen
Das es so gekommen ist