hearing your name
feels like drowning in the wind
in a dark molasses trap
kicking away sticky sheets from clammy skin
you are my skin
i cannot peel you off

light pours out from the day
observed by the silent sea
and the whispering waves
my nose is burning like a soul
and honey drips like wasted words
from withered lips
but you have come home
flightless bird
have you heard?

maybe i still miss you
maybe i could have fought harder
maybe i loved the way that you
said i was smarter
yeah you could have killed me
at least i’d be your martyr
but now i fall asleep
wishing you could have had her

half celestial
on the wet-metalled gorge
sprayed with crushed golden
fractals of starry reflection

all glinting, rolling clouds
lashings of precious raindrops
into a hidden alcove,
a fissure in the stone

the rinds of the stars above
reflect thee in the salt foam
glistening with effervescence
at the sight of hidden gemstones within

my hopes
my dreams
lay bloated and moist
decaying
somewhere among the trees
a half-forgotten burial

long hair in my drivers seat
he has it dark and in a ponytail
smoke curves over his lips
it follows my gaze
his tobacco-chewed lips
and a spot of blood
punctuate the drum-filled silence

cold showers in a steamy room
this spotted vision looks like snow
heavy smoke staves off the moon
until she says its time to go