this daily death
and nightly rebirth
these swelling buds
and falling leaves
this piling snow
and torrential flow

this in- and ex- halation

this building warmth
and inertia of cold
this body grows
and then it grows old
this rhythm of life
and imminent death

pervades everything i see
so, could it be
that, perhaps, this rhythm is me

Nothing like southern summer heat and red clay dust on the sweaty skin of reality .

It would **** me now and notch another nick on the barrel of time with a defiant smile of victory
Why wouldn't it , never having known defeat making all bow down in submission to their accepted fate

All those fearless words of defiance . "Go not gentle into that goodnight "

I wait on the rain due upon the last breath of night
Just like it waits on my last breath of life
Come thunder , I see not your light . Let me feel the vibrations of the voice of God . Let me walk this way alone together

I want a shrine for my remains
A hole full of dirt & creepy crawling things
No preservative fluids pumped in my veins
Just bury me in silk & my favorite rings

I will not pray to extend my existence
I will not be received by the omnipresence
I am undisturbed in my terra firma pocket
with fungus sprouting from my eye sockets

your words sway in me
as in a hammock between two trees
embracing their roots
far away from the eyes of the world,
the leaves fluttering in the wind
like two lovers disinterested in kissing,
pale grass longing near the trunk,
waiting for the caressing rain, and me,
trembling like a rabbit at every word you say.

I remember her
in old
photographs

she'd been
daydreaming
all her life
in her under-age
world

spinning
like a top
eternity
in her head
but recklessness
on her tongue

crusading for
******* summers
in Europe
and all that comes
splendidly hither

when laid down
by the embers
in the groves
close to
the congenial sea

I rightly recall
before the page
turning

electric particles
shooting off
as fireworks
in each of her
copper eyes

and how destiny's
curtain fell
with such
suddenness
that morning of
the thin blue line

Want

plays in the shallows
at my edge

I rewound her
she is girl again, unknowing -

she hungers, and I feed her crumbs
she swims, and I pull her back

I can’t have her grow strong -

not now

Don't let me fall
Don't let me die in your arms
I'll fall asleep tonight
Is that okay?
I thought of us.

And I wake up on the homeless bench
With cold feet in torn socks
All I do is think of you
And I hate that I've done this to you
Our love had lost its romance and charm anyway.

With one, two, and three seconds to morning light
I punched out a new tune in the howling night
When the wind blows, the heaven gates bring the shine
Your way or mine
Let us take flight and some time.

Now don't feel poor
They'll break you down anyway
Don't play with the knife, let me hold you
Do you feel special too?
Being away, it's so cruel I could die.