all your cigarettes
there's smoke in your soul
i swear you're asking for death
(more than the rest of us)
I have words inked in my bloodstream
you have them inked on your skin
you're WALKING ART babe but
art doesn't die

His love
is the winter  
solstice, mounting  
the top of her world
where  
her love  
is the summer  
equinox, embracing  
the basis  
of his

I'm fickle
like
spring weather.

*** for me!* I shout
She flashes her pearly whites
the brightest smile I've ever seen
(She likes it when I talk *****)
gets wet off it     ...     soaking
                                               the streets
                                      flooded in every nook
rivers gorging car tires
     thunderstorms are our communion

*** for me! I shout
and She moans like a god   ...   boisterous
my legs pump faster now
Her cries are electric
   I can't help but feel the jolt

louder baby
She indulges
and I come
                    full stop at the corner of Broadway & Covert


one day...
              She will tire of my obscenities
  all my ~*******'s~
in a final flash She will smite me
and when I reach home
  He will be at the gate
crooked finger a compass pointing to hell
*** for me I will cry
reverent in nostalgia
I will have played the game past the final quarter
still taunting His existence

but I'll smile
content in knowing
that every action has a consequence
content in knowing
  that I learned that pre-god
   pre-conservation of energy
content in knowing
    that life taught me to run in thunderstorms
and the first time I shouted back
I felt enough energy to risk hell for it

The heat of the pavement
burns passion through my soul
and quickly the rain comes
and the storm within the sky
translates between you and I.

I crash like thunder and you
strike like lightning
and all of our yearning
is heaved out of our bodies
drop after drop
we come together.

Yes
You are a sunny afternoon
and a calm sea
with a glossed over surface
and the light breeze soothing my s k i n

But he
He's the tidal waves and
gray storm c l o u d s
with just a hint of midnight blue and
**thunderstorms
in the          d
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I met god once,
In a puddle on the sidewalk,
And he said something profound, but I forgot to listen.

I saw the devil once.
At midnight by the sea,
And he asked me to dance, but I didn't know the music.

I've swam through sin,
On cold nights in the dark,
And it's asked be to stay, but I've got things to do.

I've tasted blood,
On my lips from another's skin,
And we scratched surfaces, but left deeper cuts within.

I've lost my thoughts,
Taken away by a strong breeze,
And I searched for them, but I'd rather let them go their own way.

I've been absolutely nothing,
And everything at all,
And god I've wanted to stay, but new homes keep calling me forward.