ash in rainclouds dripping air
lilac perfume in her hair
clipped on limestone as a marker
parades of silence growing darker


in such delicate hours
when u breathe in whispers
        and morninglit frosts
your ponytail neck
and
        hibiscus flowers
spill your time in glassine
fingers drowning moments
                       as nothing lingers

when i find
my place
alone
inside
your head
i'll invite
my friends
to fill
the spaces
with
the
unsaid

numb are never iris
writhing mute and nameless
discarded daylight virus
curedbylivingsameness

adeathsentencefortheblameless

3 silhouettes can i view
4 modes of blues
and 5 scales of you
(in my concrete lungs)
4, 5, 6..

scalpel lips                                                             ­                                                                 ­        
sharpened
city strips

((aural styx
sweating
sudden fix))

if i were going
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                             i would wait
as long as possible
to kiss you
goodbye
if i were staying
i would never
tell another
living soul
about you
(becauseyouamme)

leading daylight to the slaughter
today's existence is
tomorrow's daughter

where the night begins
is where she ends
cream & sugar eyes
a grace that few transcend






the raise of air
fallen out of line
an eyelash promise
stings of life's decline

times speeds up
when you touch me
with your head

time slows down
when you feed me
with your dead

the water rests
the rain insists
is that what you said?

***** fission
ringwormed and worn
in a fetal position

blue blood(less) and opaque partly venus partly awake


brittle smoke the basement of youth
from the lower
          drifting street outlined by morning
gashed translucent wings and braid
empties out the milk brigade
                                                         ­      (ice water hymns   collided gaze rescinded unto twitching haze)
          
        
           dried rose thorns upon her head
yourself the queen denied the dead
footsteps 'neath the ardent wonder
shy gaze threaded 'tween the thunder




20 numbers in a pin ***** line
wishing they were pierced by 9
if 13 could he'd lick your prime but 13's 0 next to 9
(number 9 in its prime was nothing less
if not divine)
pulsing thorough the line is fine
young of spirit and sanguine
1-10 were neighbor kinds
11-20 like grapes upon an earthen vine...
but they all shied away from
0....because

0 led a life of crime
was going away
then dropped a dime
he ratted out his old friend 9
then skipped this town
due for the rhine