Let us feed the rabbits.
then go to bright shores
that a garden is what we make of it.
let us pretend to know
something about the earth
but care enough
to squirrel away our
moon dust
for kisses.

let us join the vast star fields
of our small pavilions...
and perhaps go where nothing
has ever been so
bright.

let us join where our bodies sing.
and make love out of wet fears
that sweat the salt of too deep oceans
that know Us
for how lonely
we've
been.

let us pray, but not to a god that has no mercy
but to a parasite that
loves the Host

completely.

don't
even sleep
now, in the demon of
last week.
keep your precious love
that made you sleep
and be lovely...
Ain't got no dream
the real thing can't be
so so real with.
but nothing cures a disease
like a doctor that kills
everything.

I can fall apart
like you
and give the world
collapse.

swell
to the point
that I , perhaps
have a rumor
that tells the
truth

But you
could be good
and absolutely ...
that would be
strange....

And
nothing forgets
like knowing exactly
how you
stray...

I can fall
apart like
you
and now I have
too.

I could be
good
but all my Devils sing
right at
you...

I could be gone
as gone
is the One place
That I had
You

but
love is a rut
that betrays the love
that made me
Love you.

let the world
be one
more thing
that just doesn't
matter
.
the
whole ****
thing
be what you want...
but cannot
fathom

cool your
demented leaving
and come to the lust
that chasms.

give me nothing but
your best returns
and have Us.

I can
fall apart like you
And I do it .
and do it
daily.

I map the surface
of removed
and live dead, mainly.
i got those stupid little things
that mean nothing.
and something else that God
pretends
is wrong....

with no room
to breathe, we wreathe the shanks
of our slow breach, with retreat from our null ranks.
we are going to burn for the very thing the water sparked..
the undarked sun of our unwashed medallions; marched
from sea wreck, to the bottom
of unmarked
fathoms.

clarity bleats -
and howls. but the chaos engines purr
like kittens in a bin of catnip and gypsy porridge, as it were.
and however docile the violence of our retrospect, we wander.
but never turn again to the nuisance of what two hearts
may ponder.
and yet
so it is... we kink the smooth blithering of gnats and hatters.
but only have ourselves to blame
for what if ?

if anything mattered.

tell me how the earth
shakes when my lips clinch.
the blunt quake of my evasive disassembly.
how the world is less ours, as long as
our hours pass
unrecounted, in the annals of my unimpending
confessions.
tell me how nothing is right till my wrong is voiced
and how my shivering frozen tongue
is to a beating heart, where a love
has done a great work to demand
a spoken word
from a stiff
quill.

paint me
as a mute with an affliction.
i say things that cannot save you from wasting your time
but my effort is the slumber we dream riots about.
and the nothing i say fills the volume
of a ruse.

let that be our epitaph
on a tombstone
of ribbons

let that be me telling you
something for
once.

then love will be a beacon
for shy boys  in bold
times

with girls that have sense enough
to love enough
to hurt too.

but at least, let it be said...

I Never Meant
To Hurt
You.

You're
walking into me
as I leave in blind
pride fury.

You're stepping on my spine
like a demon that
loves the
host

as I exercise
my right to be blind.
But you attend all my funerals
with your children, and club me over the head
with my foolishness
with all the love
you have
left.

I'm awake too, because sleep is for the happy.

I brood
as if content
to face the crowd
of my failures as a father
and a man.

i croak like an owl
with a rat in its' throat
staring at the moon like a lover undone
that remembers she said
" I told you so...."

but a beautiful
full moon

just the same.

but not the one
I know.