flesh on stone
soft, crumbles,
mortar pestle
makes ghosts.

all-consuming,
gluttonous fire.
burn the spectres,
create a world
so happy,

dance on graves.

Shutter me closed,
The heart and soul are gone
swallowed by the mind

the next morning, lost in reverie
watched them swirl in *****,
disappear down the drain.

Rocked to sleep
in a murderers arms,
lazy blood fountain
drains the body,
fills the soul.

You close your eyes,
calmed in the storm.

Rustled voice,
summer weeds
pierces palms,

blood on flower buds.

grafted wildwood
loves the desert,
dies efficiently

What woodsy boy
could mountains love,
who kisses scars
long bled bone dry

These are mathematics, woe.
Words rewritten and lost
But I know, and you know
the high toll, the stars crossed.

What good will these words do,
when rocks are want to stay
and the hard places are mountains,
but the gaps and valleys-
blushing.

The western sky is so wide,
Blues to swallow all the green
and keep the good in your throat
with the pain and hypocrisy
filling your lungs.

Oh but what can a man do
when trembling, he admits
that he has [unintelligible]