What is I or me?
a brain in skull,
assumed human being?
What will define the shape
of my soul, in the realm of
things presumed and foul?

Am I beast to gnaw at bone
and meat?
Am I the moss of rocks near streets.
Where peasants shuffle of their feet
to catch the trail to the furnace
to be consumed by flames to be eaten.

I see the the ground open up
and show the dark beneath
then open my eyes
I see the sea of body passing
under the ship below me
then open my eyes
I see seven ghost on bed sides
then open my eyes
a bed in a plain white room,
with an old picture of you
painted in black and blue
and the deer lick the windows
trying to get in,
and chew on my hollow bones

just as real as the worlds
I spend my time
What will define the shape
of my soul, in the realm of
gods presumed,
and animals foul.
No answers to my questions,
and the moss grows on my head.

I’m not dead yet
Is the only thought clicking in my mind
like the morning’s sprinklers chattering out my window
I’m trying to sleep
and how I think
"I need a warm body to share these sheets"
but It’s already hot
and I took all my clothes off
So I just laugh at the funny thought

Tender and sore
I let fingertips in to **** my sides
Now my flesh is on the floor
.
A girl embraces her lover
and says I’m so glad that you are home
I watch and think this is what love is from the outside
.
I felt cold as you whisper your breeze on my ear
as your shoulder turns to winter
nights shrink to and four o'clock
This is what I’ll feel, with you at my side
.
Tender and sore
I let fingertips in to **** my sides
Now my skin is on the floor
So don’t stab my gut
Don’t wake me up
.
I let my feet
lull me to sleep
on the street
I need space to think
so don’t come in
there is no heat
in here
or in anything
that has touched my feet
.
Reserved and bored
my fingers touch your pride
Your clothes on the boards
Please wake me up
Please wake me up

I know evil when I see it
So when you arrive home
with smiles and promises
I want to expose your true form
and have the whole world scream in horror
and then puke in disgust
and it will all flood the streets
and we will be swept away in filth
praying to our gods that we can only be okay some day
But for now,
No one sees your poison.
It is nice to have you home.

Frigid lip dragged over mine
I’m drinking straight from the fountain
and it tasted like greenery
.
Dragged across my face
a horizontal line to my ear
and I hear the ocean humming
it sounded like a song
I used to hear on the piano
.
We coil like shadows in the dark
that fumble for feeling
naked and exposed
tender and starved
It felt ravenous
and urgent
.
Laying on an altar
strewn out in shambles
stabbing to sleep
it felt like ******
it felt beautiful

If I didn't see climb the unwinding
Stair case of being.
To meet with the future me, and my old cats
And lost family.
You could still be panting on the rug,
And smiling like someone lost in puppy love.
You are a friend who,
Moved to,
The neighboring town.
Where I miss you, but hope that
You are happier where you are.
Lost in endless socks and resolve.
I still remember.
Here or not.
I still love you.
All the scribble lead to just that,
no end and no beginning
resolveless in this feeling
You're still dead.

Cold and ******
Dark and Damp
I want to be a cave dweller
growing claws from the top my hands
.
I see I am not much of a man
hide from the rocks up above
buried my head deep in the sand
.
I know that I could be something
If I could only come to the surface
but the truth is that the sun makes me sick
.
I know that I could be something
If I just came out of hiding
but I don’t like this place
.
I am the product of my own misanthropy
and my spite I hold on to stronger than anything
.
I see I am not much of a man
I’d rather hide in shadows
and watch the world shift like sand
.
I know that I could be something
If I could only come to the surface
but the ants on the earth make me sick