a wild rough presence
and each carved muscle
are the art of God!
to skin it's Desire
and to flesh it' affection
beneath a creeping thought
I lay fertile,
Vanity, gluttony, lustful sins
I pardon,
gluttony is of your love's hunger
that I desire
and those I commit
are lustful sins

'Why is the raven
Like a writing desk?'

I asked winter--
Crying icicles
Into palpitations.

Of wings croaking
Words and phrases
That evolve us,

Enigmatically
--Sometimes
As we sleep
With seizures

And lifeless seeds.

Sadness!
a long loving companion
Like a shadow....
when I left myself alone here
with a sorrow
sitting next to me

I stopped writing when....

When I was no longer broken -
unlike before with a heart suffocated
suffocated with feelings left unspoken,
with little things gone complicated.

I stopped writing when...

When I was no longer burdened
with thoughts circling in my head,
and pain excruciating like no end -
snapped my spine through the things you've said.

I stopped writing when...

When I was no longer in love,
When I was no longer suffering the feeling of longing,
When I was no longer...

i think stopped loving you because I can't write about you anymore.*

You don't deserve to be the subject of my writing anymore.

There's a sadness kissing
Me goodnight

And I led myself here
By following the footprints
Of trees.

Buy me a bottle of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm trying to bury myself in the grave next to your hollow bones

Pace through the traffic back and forth
Maybe I'm blindfolded or just plain blind

Buy me another bottle of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm tired of pretending I'm at war when all I want is peace

I'm staring at the stars, I followed your eyes there
Now I find myself praying you might shift your gaze
Maybe glance at me when I'm not looking

I'll take another round of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm hoping your skeletons are as dark as they look

Lately it's been too bright to sleep
I can see carpe noctem etched in your fingertips
Like a print: your identity

I'll have another glass of whatever you're drinking
cause I can't think of another way to get close to you

For I'm already buried by your hollow bones

I'll take one last shot of whatever we've been drinking
cause it has to be better than drinking the same old **** alone

I wear it- to shackle sorrows.
and breathe dynamite
In siren light.

'Purity'
Is blind--
As

Blackness questions
My fabric's regret
I have closed palms
And now I bleed-gum
Frets--

The silhouette-disjointed
With withering away
In disappointment

Digs a trench-
No bigger than a

Whis--per
Saying sorry.