I hate life,
But death fascinates me.
The end of such a complex thing,
Surely more beautiful than any springtime rose in the Autumn.

Many see it as a thing of despair, upsetting,
Uncaring and depressing.
But not me, I find it fascinating,
Interesting.

Surely the ultimate closure of a beautiful thing of life,
Is akin to the changing of the leaves, at that precious time of year.
Death isn't a bad thing, its the end of all ends.
The ultimate end game.

I find life so boring,
Wake up, do this, do that, repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

Death only comes once, for a split
second.
But it last a lifetime,
Always looming,
Waiting for the perfect autumn, to turn your leaves a golden brown,
And return you to the Earth.

An ocean of thoughts
inside my lungs
suffocating me.
At night
I carve shadows
slowly down my arms,
feel rivers of words
drop onto the white tiles.
The water surrounds me
and I surface
begging to breathe.

In the morning
I wake with wet hair
my sleeves scratch
against the memories.
And the tide ebbs, and the tide flows.

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

My bed is an island, deserted and lonely
Our once playground turned prison
Just a bed, sheets, pillows, blankets
Yet I'm bound by your presence,
                    or lack thereof.

I lay here alone with my thoughts
Sensory memory attempts to recreate you
Limbs entangled, contorted, comfortable
So I may drift away, back to sleep,
                    back to you.

Stripped, naked. Flesh, raw.
Eyes burn like lasers, though you are bare.
The light: “a” light illuminates your limbs.
Its gleam reflects each angle of your body.

A nod of the head and there intent is set.
The stroke of a brush, a flicker of lead.
An artist’s projection upon the canvas.
You are: living, breathing and true.

Each curve invites inquiry; of shadow or shade?
Minds race to undress you further,
they peel at your skin.
Attention averts, bound by the three dimensions of your being.

On a pedestal you stand. Flushed and raw.
Though scrutinized and scanned, they cease to see you.
Simple minded are they,
foolish and dull.

The light grows dim.
Squinting with strain, they cannot grasp you.
You laugh and grin
…
Warmth melts your play-dough skin,
as a light illuminates from within.

It doesn’t take much to fall off the earth
Just let go
Forget everything you thought you knew
Falling on your own you become anew

Tilt your head up you’re still looking down
Don’t be scared you’ll land safe and sound
Don’t wait on them
If they want to follow let them fall
No one pushed you off at all

It doesn’t take much to fall off the earth
Just let go
When you land
You can take my hand
Finally free from grains of sand

The skies are green
The ground is blue
And I can tell our love is true
Time may stop
Or time might die
But we’ll continue to fall
And continue to fly

Come over later you say
Reluctantly I agree, okay
Things haven’t been going our way

I finally get there
All we do is stare
The silence is too much to bear

You take a deep breath and tell me you’re done
I sit there, silent
I am literally stunned

You say you don’t want me
I say that I want we
You say no that I want she

You know this isn’t true
You know I want you
We both know we’re through

Acceptance comes soon
It’s an unusual tune
To hear both our sobs in un(ison)

We stop the tears
And look back on the years
And talk about our hopes and fears

She says don’t worry
To find another I’m in no hurry
Just to slowly ease my fury

I say I don’t want anyone
Ill wait for you under the sun
But right now I’ve got to run

I ran all the way back home
Past all the neighbors’ stupid lawn gnomes
To our bedroom, now a tomb

I’ve been here quite a bit
Here near the window I sit
Under the sun, I will not quit