Mid rise bodies
On horizon

We live well
Here, Do we?

Above, away, around
Remanents
Ramsey-Ritchie
Drive by
Guess why
Ghosts

i was hungry
you looked like a good piece of meat
tear at you with rotten teeth
i was ******
breaking off into your neck

losing the sense of things in all this senseless violence like syncopathy and causal racism outside the dive bar

******* ******* on the phone selling pills on the bus
narcotics for your veins could you be anymore obvious
i wanted to go back there and ask hey bud
whatcha got and can i have some figuring
there's not much point not trying it now

Orange sunset over snow drift parking lot
Empty

I can centre myself within her
Motherly warmth
Our shared home anchors us
Maybe

Our city of trees
I guess I breathe easy
Looking out winter

Not yet so bad
Maybe love in me
Excited, we speak the same language
When can I see you again?
Cautious refrain

I practice telling how you need to leave me in front of a mirror
Tired excuses for my own emptiness
Everyone just dies and goes away in the end
I cry
"All we're left is words, Words, WORDS"
Scrawled across the page illegibly in umpteen leather bound volumes
Typed neatly in Times New Roman across the glowing screen
Scratched on the ******* wall with those same scalpels
Biology labs, the excuse I didn't need to own such
Triggering tools

Love lust lies lost live life longing laceration
Cut your ties from me
Busy convincing myself you're a spy
Presently finding the nut of
My many  petty weaknesses
Throwing it all away again for a song and a bottle
Like Jack & Hemingway & Everyone I love
All dead anyway

beer on body lifting lies and lines from some obscure author
i'm sure he died broken and lonely with some lover's name on his lips
like Napoleon's oft quoted last line "Josephine"
tho verity questioned

speaking to you in riddles and faux aphorisms
o how grand it is, how lofty the heights we two can climb
this unsustainable facade, how larger than life the character
only later revealing lost young boy soul tired from many years

'how do you live like this'
'this isn't living'

run away from old city find new city only old city woes catch up
far more quickly than expected
as if 2000 kilometres would bring you two months peace
when actually brings two hours deadened morose resolve
followed then in rapid succession by impending old habits
and weakening resolve to see this through and find a new way
only to find old ripped up train tracks littered with animal viscera
wide seal eyed vulturelady picking carrion meat me clean

i forget who i am
foreigner gazing back at me
ocean blue eyes and curly locks
(he called me cherub)
aye,aye
i'll drink to that

tired from midnight toils
caught up in future trajectories
feels wrought in iron
'o how you've ****** yerself noww boyyy'  

i forget where i am
overindulgent little ****

Aw man all these tired buddhist ideals and this-is and that-as all
tired eyed worn out sleepy eyed little man doing whatever he wants
as shades and opposites are all really one and the same
born again sleepy-tired same ol waiting for new soul meat to meet and meld
so what is the point anyway if it all comes out in the wash right?
'what do i now next? chop wood?'

'You withhold your love'
I'd rather be alone on my bathroom rug
With some foil and a 40

'I'm starving and alone,
Filled with nothing but drugs.'
Want to tell her she's too old for this

But I don't, not in my selfish self-interest
Whole world is an arsenic cesspool ghetto
People are selfish and so am I
Glad I use in solitude (die quicker)