out of the past
comes this migration
on mainline wings
of separation

as they call to you
later in the evening
while you're sleeping
gently hidden
secluded in the shadows
of forbidden fear

when it comes your
time to answer
for this self inflicted cancer
say my name
so only
you
can
hear

raise a finger to your mouth
and part the redlipsea

cast a glance in my direction

i will never mention it again
as long as we both shall
live

those flammable words scrape
across your lips
the friction causes a spark
in your gasoline mouth
on your kerosene tongue


(still life with 3 simple words)

i'll
take
you
any
way
i
can
get
you

xxxooo

of a ritual so
humanistic
based on theories
unrealistic
the cause and effect
should not retain
it's simple logic...

...yet the formula
remains the same:
xxxooo





(starlight in a can
windmill blades
carved by hand)

this is you I’m looking at
the cracks in the drywall
and the dried blood prime
the bodies fall in ¾ time
to an undead waltz
with a lively rhyme
(this is what the world looks like
at the end of time)


this is you i'm looking at
"further is
the day to thee
furthest thing
away from me
long goodbyes
from archer's bough
forever gone the
here and now"

burnt bitter blacks
narrow their eyes
in your veins contains my lifetime

I
II
III
IIII
IIIII
IIIIII
IIIIIII
IIIIIIII
IIIIIIIII
IIIIIIIIII
­
a glass bottom boat
in central park
the snowflakes all
have your smile
(their mother
of the ice)
stirred her drink
with a finger
and fell asleep
in the sun

we were talking about you
the other day
the girl with the salt flat eyes
like an unrisen day

iodized green iris
and american thighs
tacitly unspoken
your solemn demise

closing night
on the wings of a dove
the dark makes it easy
to **** what you love