My father says
all rivers lead to the sea,
But I am afraid
of boats and piranha teeth.

The whitewater ends
far out in the forest
where fairies grow rings
over the graves killers dug

And I feel like I'm looking up
at police officers, thinking
that they have finally found me.

But they are burying me
beneath the excuses I have made,
I can feel the levees of blood break
to carry me away from them forever.

The last lesson I teach myself
is how to regret.

Surrender, surrender at the door step
of a life so cold it breathes death,
for I have long forgotten
my own mortality.

Wake me at dusk
so I may soothe the restless ghosts
and love the grim reaper.
I have known no life
but the lack of.

You are a late boy,
star kissed space between the words
of your favorite novella,
drenched in lamp light's beauty

Sun sets the morning
in your closed eyes,
the night lives on
within your dreams

Lilacs growing in rotten teeth gaps,
Fertilized by formaldehyde
and encasing the indigo
jewels of blind eyes,
closed like the heart.

The still lungs a garden
of lavender towering high,
the scent drifting away
beyond the reaches of it's
host's own imagination.