(a.)
Foreboding monolith of vapor: the light within you gone
Vacant, these shields of rust could use the Midas touch, that has kissed this territory
"has been" of forty-nine.

(b.)Undulations, groaning skies.
A baptism by the passengers of aerial descent and gorgeous remains dance about us.

Intangible, trickling, and howling in between.
Everything is somewhere but most times I am nowhere.
Everyone is somebody or a couple somebodies.
Sentiment is at sea or at least appears to be when my yellow bird is away.
Descending beads of my work
Jewels of (1) sustenance, which water the bird and keep thy beak from (2) drying.
Everything is the cause but the cause itself. Everyone is (3) reacting to an event or an event maker in between. Somewhere, somebody is something
and they are howling in between.

Those types of cats can shake me
especially when you're looking your best
the Oedipus Rex yields, and you wield his complex. There are tired green eyes there
that you wont be so privileged to see unless you wait for another spring
to pass.
And all the car lots look like demographic charts: we are the Geo Metro's while they are the Cadillacs
and BMW's.

Another night spent on cheap ***** and tea
some for your lungs, some for your gut.
A can of distraction, of seething wonderment
that hides the inner-workings of your dire disposition.

And, still

you plant yourself next to the rest of the wall flowers and sneer
and make pretend you know the deal
that you know time like Billy Pilgrim knew time.

You found me last night all exposed and vulnerable, swollen.
Almost a year to the hour you found me.
I never imagined it would be you to come looking.
You found me last night
so much the same. All defenseless and unexpecting.
Strange how your subtleties led to desire again, when at first all those months ago you were neither here nor there. That telephone number I didn't recognize, that poem I forgot I wrote.
You found me last night
with a hook in my mouth
and now with slender fingers
are yanking it so as to pull
my cheek out of my head.

You found me last night.

Crisis in all sectors
Ramble on alongside the majesty of your inadequacy.
Always feeling the same but not once with the fronts.
No you are forever amidst the armor that is falling to pieces,
it's fleeting rabbit's foot: leave the den of diamonds.
Eye sockets of frightened men more animal than ever
but looked upon simultaneously like fools gold.
Left and right and all about
Forgiveness not at all a consideration.

All within.
Shout your spells from the river: Spirit drawling; stand beside your sinner, or let him choke.
Let her first ask if her soul will wither.
It's okay if you hate me for this
Pull emeralds and ivory from my wrist
Now turn your cheek and make believe I don't exist.