As an enigma
She walks
Invading
a
small
space

Noted. May I began
Collapsing the 3 letters;
a letterpress collection
of nonsense
Wasteful sentences
of youthful melancholy;
drugs o cheer
I raise a glass and toast your
wicked ways -

Apparently
apathy nevertheless
dissapeared
within
me
Upon the
day
I met
you

TreeTops alkaline radio
Timestamp ● AM transport
Bukowski, Bellows
Rather than you !

An estimation
of salvation (salvage)
From the ****** of crows
that bark in my general direction

I'm gliding through the mess of you...
Part of the promise my love
when you have gave me your hands a new
I love you too much to let the other one go

Rebooting a life
with the kindnesses
you so richly
deserve

amongst the alkaline radio

Within these 4 Squares
I operate on you
Creating as creation does

With all of this hope (hopefully)
I survive
Blue skies and Oregon rain

A birdsong reports the days events
As God wraps His warm hands around me
I give thanks

For eternity to be
And the journey that is
Friend & Family

And here I am again,
My girl
Shifting from a chance thought
that in fact memories were
being made

A renegade with a Tori Amos CD
A tattered pair of my 501's
By the way-
Can I get those back?

I was reminded rather quickly
That I was already in love
I wish you never took those pills
You know ones my love

The ones that allowed another man
to take ownership of your heart
Collapsing fragmentation of cuffs
to the hands and the toes

I still love you and I'm cleverly aware
of exactly how much that hurts...

All pleasantries aside

I'm alive with diesel
Bathrooms
Goo Gone
and
Cheap Lysol

A Pendleton plaid shirt
and hot pair of RayBans
Polo green and Redwings

All things I used to take for granted
Because of you
Trees
above and beside (next to you)

I'm set apart from the mira clay
above it all
A good day earned
Like a diamond ring

A spokesman to the splintered
Frayed and reglued; revived
Likewise includes all this-
Including your doing

No expression
Drown my sorrows
Unconscious
Neck (nectar)

Splinter this splinter
It hurts like a noose
Collapsing upon my neck

I'm wide awake within you
I raise a hand and turn a cheek
Grace returns in a moment (that moment)

The thin of the skin
I praise Him

She sat where I told her
And for that I was grateful
Granted it was her decision

I thought for a moment :
And then I began again
It seemed unbelievable

For a moment I could only hope
She would stay for good this time
All the cliques rebounding within a mind

I wonder if she'd ever rode the 40x
to Independence. An uncrowded excursion
in every way

I adrift in her every everlasting motion
A sway from to and fro...
Bus rides a seemingly unconscious time
Momentum the only thing on my side

Safe in that knowledge
I risk not a sound
Once again alone
In a wanderlust

All I feel right now
Is pain a physical
A slouching like an ER
An error

My mind decided
I cry for help
Listen to me !
I am hurt

Not like Reznor or Cash
Not like losing you
More like a toothache
Or an apendectomy

I find no comfort
I find no relief
Hopefully this young intern
Will write me a scrip

Of sweet oxycontin or
Vicodin
For I am tired of feeling pain
I am tired of being sick

Am I not supposed to see that !
I gaze upward upon your sightlines
Arranged just as God anticipated

An unruly exception to attraction
Bellowing in the halls of this dead letter office~ I arrange a place for my note to sit

Collecting data in the milliseconds of passing. Lying cleverly I sneak unabashed
from your grace. You ***** little *****

I see your eyes aboveground and star lit
I need a drink (gin) above a finger in you
I remind myself we are not alone MUse

A nightingale with a spell checker and Doc Marten 3 holes. Black
I hope its Chanel no 19 when I lay you down
And not another puddle **** with no hometown

Tu as ravagé mon coeur
Et moi j'ai bu ton sang

Purpose being what it is
A hallowed wall of mindfulness
The last cigarette smoked
A partition in a ****** mind

Grasping for breath your blood runs blue
I turned the key; Locked your door
I ran away

Are you safe Miss Grandeko
Because I'm still running today
From all the voices alive in here
My purpose supposed in willingness

I cannot compete competently
with your glass ****
You see loves bitter toil has no mercy
and yet I still breath

My brethren, your prayers and this head trauma focus my hopelessness
So I ride once again with lawlessness
With only Yeshwa at my side

I compete fondly with purpose of this I know only too well... E x i s t e n c e

Danger it flows
Around you and me
Unlike anothers ability

Surrounding, collapsing upon thee
An impatience host
It rides me like a parasite

I am ok with this but that's just me
You on the other hand
Well. Just a happenstance

I hold my hand up against the sun
My hand on your knee
Wrapped inside yours

I can pressure you no more
You & Me
Peas in a pod ; All that matters

You know not c o i n c i d e n c e
Something other than
Beautiful and pure

Thank you, I truly thank just you!

Walking round seems right
Wrong or wrongly rejected
You matter no more

Just a little sniff of hope (hopelessness)
Engulfs my senses
Invading the obvious

I too see the proper route
In case you should offer directions
Remembering your manners- Posted w/ tacks

All about (around) me
You flutter your delectable treat
I ponder this... For a moment

You see

There is just enough space to
slide my hand around your life
Deep down slipping behind your
wicked spine

Here we are lost in the consequences
of your deception- Trustess of modern chemistry

I slip lower under the tightness of my girls sin- You feed your addiction, I pace my reaction; You feed my sin

Calypso remains a lost colony of broken helpless souls. Many remarkable moments continue to shine throughout

Until the dignity of self returns; Once again recognizable to myself. In Gods light we shine. Yahweh

MALAKI

My this beat wicked tone
Slides against this winters bone
Breath to breathes
Shudders smokeless; rising

Colapse
C
O
  L
    A
      P
       S
         ING

Agreed to never meet here again...
trample towards dissolution
In the wake of Gods Light.

Pressing palms center souls. Anger as our mortality adjusts to His adjustment. Will I be enough

Dorian grey skies unhinged at the sound of this holy war of God less men search for another prophet

Freedom from self, a unanswered promise in my heart, my own angel MALAKI freed only in Gods heaven.  

A Birdless man dies

why is it always the same
strangled strangers
that end up at this door

wretched wrench turned like crank
they burn all night until day light comes
forgiven for their indiscretions
they sleep within a flood of dopamine

while the writers write
and the preachers preach
let's invite them in and swim within these tattered torn lives
a Mötley Crüe with no given name
yet you know them at a glance
instant instantaneous

they have become we
and we has become us
these thieves thick with tongue
cleverly crafted craftsman of the grift
invite them in and swim within
the wake of fools

you fool