My forefathers gave me
My spirit’s shaken flame,
The shape of hands, the beat of heart,
The letters of my name.

But it was my lovers,
And not my sleeping sires,
Who gave the flame its changeful
And iridescent fires;

As the driftwood burning
Learned its jewelled blaze
From the sea’s blue splendor
Of colored nights and days.

Hotter than a two dollar pistol
On the wake of an eve
The sun burns orange on your eyes
With a thousand tons of divinity
You try to define
But you're only faithful when you can't concieve
When the moon comes 'round
So will all your lies and ***** deeds

Whiskey on the rocks
Colder than your own heart
Casting shadows on your regret
That's the only way you get past
After the sun sets

You kept asking me if this was a test
But you're the only gambler in the family
So what's your best bet
You turn into a different person
At the turn of the moons crest

But who could ever blame you
You are who you are when you're at your best
Trying to take the bad with the good
Till you drink yourself to death
And I am the one to carry your burdened cold body to It's final God ****** rest

My eyes are prisms
Refracting your light
So magnificent
My brains a factory
I can turn you into
Something colorful
Something proficient
Melancholy and omniscient
Speak to the God inside of me
You're my serpentine lover
Show me your lips
Let me manipulate
Gather your things
I'm off to dreamland
I will remember you
I will turn you into concentrate
Focus your light
Into something brighter
Than a soul
A neuron star inside of me
That way I don't have to die alone
We'll shoot off into the cosmos
You and I, just a couple of super novi
Just you see

stupid living boys
     and their hummingbird hearts.
stupid dead boys
     and their lingering stares.
supermarket polaroids,
     cold apartment poetry,
faded glassy eyes,
     ***** fingernails.