The lost causes never remember
moonlight matters
it's tapping at your window
Sounds of baby peddles and November

The looming causes fail to comprehend
loneliness lingers
It's ebbing at your elbows
The best of beer bottles and dead ends

The loose causes refuse to acknowledge
Ignorance ignites
It's gnawing as it follows
Daily articles and unrefined polish

The least causes lose sight in the daybreak
blossoms bittering
It will fade as hearts hollow
Graveyard backyards and bone aches

The lone causes acquiesce to uncertainty
pages punctured
It is freeing as it swallows
Sunsets red and abrupt against afternoon purity

The loaned causes shatter against the bribery
Coins cascading
It is a vision as she wallows
Lipstick Luscious and cultivating calvary

The last causes shall never translate
Sculptures scalloped
it is swallowing in shallows
Hoarded hearts and breakup dates

**** sonnets
she screamed, half awake,, raspy broken chords
**** mistletoe
He responded, barely breathing, words are a chore

**** surrender
She moaned, lonely against the canvas of silver and gold
**** alarm clocks
He smirked, craving the fabric and minutes to unfold

**** ghosts
She whispered to the abrupt emptiness of 4 in the morning
**** stairwells
He mumbled to the steps that tripped without warning

**** forever
she breathed, breathless against the waves of waterfalls
**** sidewalks
He admitted as he wandered aimlessly appalled

**** flowers
she scowled at the precipice of tomorrow
**** candles
He gritted at the concept of unrequited sorrow

**** Thursday
she exclaimed at the notion of fresh beer blossom gardens
**** July
He exhaled against the women who dressed without pardon

**** Twitter
she tweeted three nights deprived of sleep
**** Xanax
he stumbled five Klonopin deep

**** stars
she wished with a mouth of cigarettes and strangers
**** memories
he insisted accompanied by potions and danger

*******
She would have laughed against the midnight canvas
**** me
He would have crafted versus the twilight lanterns

Half formed shallow glances across the dawn
Breaking in crisp spring
a hunter means harm
(say it back)

Precious slanted words in crushed song
Landing slowly, raindrops cling
The sidewalk is long
(breath we lack)

Slaughtered bouquet petals in Central Park
Burning acidic in the winter light
Our sun is victim to the dark
(Gilded armor cracks)

Aimless gallivanting learns to command the heart
Inspired: the reckless wilderness can ignite
villains and matchsticks to spark
(Absence means love lacks)

and if all letters are to crash like hailstorms
why write and feel and fill
the blank parchments with potential eardrums
whose souls we make anxious- ill?

and still
the alive will die or ****

Donate no more syllables
to love's spell unbound spells
the tides will  strips wishes from the well
and mute the cries of wedding bells
and air will be wind and hearts are sea shells
All is lost in our embrace tomorrow tells
Inarticulate cruelty is the true nature of joy and revels
and the hundred empty spiral stairwells
and the thousand rusted harps of angels
the million erased farewells...

Scribbles and wine glasses lessen the barrage
of acid mist plastered against our glass facade
Subway stops and molecules would tear soul in few
Ripped ******* and mimosas remind me forcibly of you
Stand 4 and sodium
the swinging of the pendulum
Wishes and ***** dishes
Lost in New York City
The romeos say I'm so pretty
all is a dishonor
as time travels us farther
**** sonnets.

You are the candle that ignites rebellious against the dusk
Defiantly noble as one cursed by pride must
You are the smoke floating in the waves of evening's cold
Less honest than your sentiment is bold

You are the weary diary entries of bleeding wrists
but what is a blank canvas without a risk?
You are a dive bar so neon and ever glowing proud
But what is a gathering without a crowd?

You are a monument solidly marked and stern
But what is lesson when no one learns?

You are a canon brutal in force but ever afraid
But what is a symphony never played?
You are scar scabbing and lifetimes past dead
But what is a confession never said?

In the flooding nicotine did we unwind
Counting the whispers not the time?

In sullied quilts and bed frames did we undress
tracing the the breaths not the unrest?

In speakeasy  highballs and martinis did we consume
the inebriation of the second not the room?

In castle corridors and letters did we begin to grasp?
we can re-tox but not relapse?