I wonder about the true shape of her body
The curves and swoops of it
Curves and then swoops around mine
And it makes me wonder about
The true shape of her body

Mouth open wide with
The eyes right behind
Mine and you’re
Behind my eyes
With a mouth wide open

Clothes pinned up and back
Out of the way
Night falls and I repeat myself
And turn myself back inside out

I love the feeling
Of your sunset on my ocean bay

The orange hands of your rays
Enter the bluish green spans
Of my salty waves
And then leads me back
Into the gentle night
When we took our last breaths

I have to leave now. . .

They are on their way back
To rip away the last bit
The last remaining flesh
Around the muscle around
The veins entwined in them

Chaos turns every which way
Under and around the bones
That I’ve broken for time to find
The most important treasure
Inside my chest, behind the curtains
Of hollow homes

Every mother must scream out
In the vile veil of the dark night
As the father slips away and
Pleases his own delight

Curses, curses, curses!

I hate the eyes in my head
They see and seal the images
Burnt out and carried in
Ships now shipwrecked in
The most peaceful place in my mind

I tried to fight it down
But the ocean just wouldn’t swallow
The irreplaceable hole in my heart

Is this how life will always be?
With only but two pages left
To complete the message to you
Make that one set in

Does this mean that I am
Only one page from death?

****,
I wonder where
My eyes will be

When you come crashing through that door

Just one last time.

Let me be like the waterfall
In your dreamland forest. . .

I’ll never stop running down
Don’t ever stop flowing for them

But my cool water will only
Be for you my lioness
I will poison the others
When they try and think
That they know how a moving
Body as mine could
Just keep moving on over
A smooth body like yours
But not this time

You collapsed the bottom
Of the pit where I hold
All of the darkest **** in my life
And you knew it, but not really
Your diamond eyes
Saw right through me

I saw a little kitten appear
Out of the thick crowd
Of chickens and near-death
Running bulls and run up to me
And say “You remind me of someone”

But he is dead already
Rest in peace

Until we can finally meet
Again on the blurry banks
Of the crystal blue springs

In your eyes

We will build a carriage
Out of ice and nice dreams
To take us across the bridge of screams
And sighs like nights passed through
The sorry trees

With their necks soon to be cut
From the hand of the son of the old father
And the new fathers sons will arise
And cut his old fathers throat
And watch the signs fill up with
Eyes in disbelief

They have known and know
Rights to snap and creak
The speechless mouth
Of the fathers son
Wide open on a sour leaf
With a strand of hair
In the shower drain

Clogged up and
Stained down
To the core

I wanted more
I never settled for less
I waited for
I saw you at your best

You gave me your eyes
I took them into mine
And drowned slowly
In your beautiful ocean

I know you that way
and only the same
As the devil knows me

I know that you can see
This thing you call a smile
It isn't real
It is a picture perfect portrait
That you painted
For yourself
To remember
The good ol' days.

Do the nights still
Pass along like
The string of bad thoughts
That are strung out in
This poem
Out on one
Of the last pages
That you will never read

My brain fell out and
Stained the page that
I tried so hard to keep
Clean of the pain and sin
Of my bleeding and rough hands
But that is impossible
For my cracked hands
Have clawed my smashed brain
Clean of the good things
That were once upon the black screen.

I'm losing my youth
My sanity is loose
It's been years and years
Of girls, drugs and *****
Living fast, shoeless
***** feet take me
Up and down the beach
To the hill where there will be
Love all around.

Subtle and smooth
Kind with youth
and a sort of shifting
Truth; a constant variable

They always enchant me so - my soul
They always draw my eyeballs a perfect
picture, a painting of The End.

Though,
I am still not satisfied with it
It only flourishes with wisdom

The philosophy a fire

The lessons learned from
The cloaked figures

Approaching and speaking

Only a change in the mind
       could take them away

I must have lived a great life then
I must have conquered and scattered
My remains and the remains of it
Across time and into this life
For me to have all of these memories
And mistakes and memories of mistakes

From lives that seem already lived
Once before this

Speak up shortly and then
Toss my body in a shallow grave

Don’t hang on
For God has told me
That I’m wrong
So therefore, I will go out
With nothing but this poem

To(o)
Lead them home.