Your receipts with hints of a past life.
Now drooping & crumbling.
Your dresses, tighter here, looser there.
Stilettos scraping, leaving liquor over the wet cement.
A million times before.
Yelling, crying, asking & asking.
A million girls before.


Special to you.
Your eyes, Cheshire.
Your grin wicked.
This is wicked.
Insert the sweat filled setting.
This calf muscle, unattended.
An ear loosened, not for distribution.
Much too close to his helmet.

Impossible changes.


This wave familiar.
Step backwards.
Its beauty secret shared.
Begging & pleading wild ocean.
On Earth I've learned all things you held & sold.
Dropping receipts & cowering behind dumpsters.


Forced by your bitter guide, they'd tell me.
Maybe just not enough.

I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
I little thought to find they were
A least a dozen more;
My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly auburn head:
I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.

She boxed my ears this morning,
They tingled very much;
I own that I could wish her
A somewhat lighter touch;
And if you ask me how
Her charms might be improved,
I would not have them added to,
But just a few removed!

She has the bear's ethereal grace,
The bland hyaena's laugh,
The footstep of the elephant,
The neck of a giraffe;
I love her still, believe me,
Though my heart its passion hides;
"She's all my fancy painted her,"
But oh! how much besides!

You have been through this before, the very same old song is playing and you are dancing the same moves

The same words have been spoken, you are still reacting the same old way

Yes you have been through this before, and nothing has changed.

They looked at your helplessness, they saw the waters gather speed in your eyes making ready

As they rushed down your cheeks, they looked away and washed then not away

Naked as you were, no one dared to cover you up.

Words were spoken, promises made, hope given, faith instilled, a better tomorrow promised

Yes, they heard them, they watched as you delved deeper into their web of lies

And smiled at their expertise in the ways of the tongue.

Showers of love they seemed, yet only a tenderizer for the next hard landing

Never softer, nor sweeter, ever damaging, heart breaking

But

You have been through this before, the very same old song is playing and you are dancing the same moves.

Jar mouth, your opening is not waste & free this curve.

Your wasted will stay dead.
Your wasted will remember.
Your wanted will return.
Staring at your potent weapons.  
Look through lead, end of tunnel.
****** adept.
You.
Scared of blank wrinkles.

This wave familiar. Step forward. It's beauty a secret shared tonight.
Begging & pleading wild ocean, on Earth I've learned all things you held & sold.
Dropping receipts & cowering behind dumpsters.

My focus secure, I drown in the crashing.

Nowhere you'll be.

Rust. Crates of dust spell love.

******* daggers fix your slips.
A thousand times this year.

The wounds on your heart claw at my desk.  

The black spills from your eyes.

We are left with a blue sadness.

My mouth opens destroying love. A fickle hinge waiting to rust.

Spit. Bring me life.

The police are coming tonight.

See the ink on my black denim jeans.

The boxes of empty.

You.

Panting.

Bloodied.  

Bruised.

A question will raise it's young.  

Above these confused waters.

Tranquil waters.

How will it speak when the day loves?

The nights with pool water.

Or speak secrets.


What is a memory if not dollars surrounds.

Earlier & earlier.

Proud guide arrive in decent.

Indecent time.

Stomach ace.

Three songs.

Stomach ache.



This bottle is a bit lighter.

Know its fall.

You've lost your glasses.  

A new terror.

Stop counting wedding rings.

Sand dawned.

Distillation.  

But.
.

But this sand un-stirred under the lake calls to us.  

My voice escapes its cave.

Flies with thoughts.

Sinks with you.

Wind dies.  

We lie.

Stop dear current.

Drain this home.

Search for initials.

Terror.

Find this new name. Understood. To be space.

Former years sagging.

Loosen our bounds.

Passing me in spirit.

Growing.  

Growing for each other.

Share stars.
Name me.
Share stars & ***** in silence.
Violating geometry.  
You Pierce me.
Odorless.  
Formless soul.
Questions hang near your pink temple.
I fade betrayed.
Again.

Like a baby's mouth you suckle.
Amber treat.
Place hold with demise darling.

Smile with me.
Jump in.
Frame smaller than this nest.

You start to scream, like we're making a scene
I must remind you this is, not a movie
You couldn't help but play the queen
You left them, all at your feet

I've come to believe it, I've come to believe it
It's like my mouth opened over the pavement
But fake as you can, tell them all why you started this panic

You were a ghost, from late October
I will be one come summer
I saw this world like a paper
And you could not ever stay here

Now I believe it, now I believe it
It's like my mouth opened over the pavement
and how could you think I, I wouldn't know this?

Speak quite a storm, with a small mouth
and I barely sleep in my, in my own house.
Stare, stare at me and I, and I might transform

All hail the queen still,
I've never seen a witch this mean.

Speak quite a storm, with a small mouth
and I barely sleep in my, in my own house.
Fake as you can, tell them all why you started this panic

Of alternate conception.
None to say that wisdom lays alone.
None to retrieve an egg or a ****.
She pulls away all the horrors.

And her eyes become blue.

Crystal proven tears.

With all the locks secured.
Having noticed my security.
Voices whisper.
Life completes.
Words tumble.
Passion from the ceiling.
Cursed epiphanies.
Little rooms left for my own discoveries. life is disrupted.
New medicine for use in moderation.
Guitar, fragile in perfection.
What is to keep?

A sunset fades & a new line is born.

This is what we truly want.
This is choice.
Consequence sings as I sleep.
My mask becomes me.
We wake.

But is there something else?

Complete with fullness.
The moments of before. Losing my mind for the sake of finding you.
Two songs play in the kitchen.
My choice remains unsung.
Soldiers rushing.

Civilians waking peaceful towards the light.
A silk blouse for funerals.
Falling far into the grave.


With a gift I move forward & destroy myself.

Minnow problems.

Never have I seen so many pentagrams.
Visions of the cross are tangible.
Yet the willows bend, fold and cross in unholy manners,
patterns.

My eyes close.
A moment ago they were open and burning.

From the prairie's apathy, the infirm stand strong on the jagged mountain.
Their skin and hard husks weathering the gusts.
Their numbers fall with the every grumble of those wet shiny aberrations.

Miles above, the delta beckons.

Farther below, the road's beginning with its paralyses and warnings of excellence.

Opens wider.

A pile of soil, collected daily.
The farmers rub their square white teeth in confusion.

The universe with nothing beyond. When she thinks of death, she is sad.
There is pride knowing there will be nothing.

During the panel, her words of unobservable importance betray her.
Betrayal found with the ski mask and semiautomatic.

The singularity is denser now. Collapsing as memories of the father echo.

They echo in her *******.
In the residue that falls onto her *******.

Finding whole helixes without the tools to measure them.

Speaking little of anything.

Let us watch your demise.
One thousand or two thousand syllables to flush from my heart.
The images may also vanish.
Oh
this isn't that new of a thing.
A story to tell.
Be still please.

I am removing your troubles.
Become more still.

I am injecting pleasantries.
Moving from my core.
Into your pores.
A river of warm oil.
And try very hard now to see yourself in these words.
Or the cliches inbetween.

Deep down you pray to a lord.
Falling prey to girls and boys and infant's stillness.

We've all said.

Women grow from your heart and ghosts form in their shadows.

The heat in the wood.
The nourishing crumbs.

A transition.

A stolen set of locks.
Binding the kingdom to Heaven.

It could be so still.

We are a few characters short.

Speaking, telling no stories.