I think I liked it better when you
Were all paper doll and fancy cuts
In whispered distance.

Waking here in wet pillow dreams,
Silhouettes in shades of darkened moons.
Jagged scissors tearing clumsily
Across the bow, I miss the stealth
Of your wild lies.

damage kit hanging on the
Wall, unopened I will oblige
Salve and gauze.
Jagged edges will annoy

Have you ever lost someone
Tethered to blue?
Wrinkled and drowned?
Secrets of two
Tossing in sun?


Cathedrals of silence
Echo quiet in
Murmured voices of you.

Three becomes one,
Leather, sueded
hearts abound
Secrets of you,
Burning in wayward sun

I can't see it if it's true.

I love you.

Always

You caught me in bird sheet surprise.

Rolling fat on tired floor.

Anxious bottles rattling door.

Living in angst with coke bottle roar.

Covered in sweat and warm
Bottle eyes.

Slow of your roll
Popping cork bottle flies.

It is comfortable here.
Ever close but not really near.

Your star is sharp
And blue hole scarred.
Ripping pink.

I need an affidavit.
A reason.
A cause.
A plum ****** apogee.
An orbit.
A costume.

A dead skull review.
Of numbness and spins.
Smeared wet across soiled napkins.

Disguise.

In this grace,
Blessings sign wicked circles
Scarred across my face

I can fly I can scream
I can warm water fight
I am bird liver lean
Never even, & always obscene
Dripping wax ever so mean
I am light.
I am fright
semi sweet slurred.
I am wonder and fright.
Two feet on the gas,
One half on the brake.
Soft gauges blurred
Under half moons of night
I am rigid I am sure
I am gut stabbed & sore.
Forever this king has
Demanded more.
I am reckless in night.
I am fearful in tattered
Living room jeans.
I am flattened and worn
& so belly tight.
I am sweet pearl milk
Gouged under knife
crossed wires inside
I am wanting.
I am taunting.
Winless & choked in red mountain scorn.
I am whipped
I am soft egg surprise
Torn up at dawn
Bowled & cracked & sizzled & flipped
Over just right.
I am runny. I am drizzle.
Cut red with a knife.
Splattered on toast
& otherwise ripped.
I am rimmed I am trimmed
I am bottle sea round.
Smashed against stone
Big toes & footprints ripping her ground.
I am red, I am green
Violence of shapes show who I've been.
I am shaken. I am stirred,
Soft nightmare inferred.
I am ruby not red
But definitely spiked.
There are red & there's blue,
sometimes there's white
None of them fit like pure black & white
I am fruited and dressed
Buttoned and snapped
In white carpet best.
I am lonely. I am longing.
Wearing the whitest red vest.
I am saccharine. I am blue.
Papered quiet on coffee stained hues
Clumsily flopped in quiet bed sheets
Pierced photo hums
Memories & pump chest
Devil disguises
I've already been there.
Quakes & rumbles & sorority crows.
Novels & wakes & nobody knows.
I am fine. I like wine,
& I'm way out of site
I giggle I jiggle
& i love your wiggle
Squared in my turnips tonight.
I am dubious in metal arm vests
I am wrinkled. My fries are so crinkled
They burn out my buds
My soda soft duds.
My cotton sewed beds
& bath water suds.
I am light.
Pages blue ignoring red evening lights
I don't know the pink ignoring
This flight.
Broken light screens
Or seismic wing sites.
What caused this dismay
Or lamp reading rites.
I am made of spider leg bites
And wilt water beams.

I am cold water me, and you know what that means.

It's all made for this ringing, 
Failed traps and rigging 
Oh, its summer surprise, 
& soft tree winning. 

& it's nothing about today, 
Or quiet numb worth winning 
Nothing about the words we say 
Or lies worth spinning 

Patch the whole. 
Patch the whole. 

Every once in a while 
I am so gone 
Backward flipped & into song. 
I know I chewed the fat, 
Oh so wrong. 

Every once in a while 
Wires bleed so strong. 
Every once in a while, 
When we're wrong..... 

& it's not today 
Or what has come, 
Tributes spun out of time 
& I've become...... 

So alone. 

A thing become just mine 
Failed traps and rigging 
Oh, it summer surprise, 
& soft tree's winning. 

& it's nothing about today 
Its just our way. 
Nothing if the wires pulled and frayed. 
It's all the same. 

When the world subsides 
On our own 

Patch the whole 
Patch the whole.... 

So alone.