"do you think you truly know me?"
i hear you ask through the thick air surrounding us.
and i’m scared to say that,
to me, you are that small space in time before
the *** boils over the last cherry is picked
the first raindrop drips from the sky.
you’re the suspension that could be lived in
always hoping for perfection because
once occurring, the what could have been is broken
and that’s when i’m scared we’ll crack.
eggshell on tile floor and brittle dried clay
we wouldn’t be sharp glass but
a plaster wall with a single tear through the middle.
and i’m scared to tell you that when i saw the way
the cement under the bridge turned brown from the ruin of the rain,
the iron bleeding,
i thought of you.

betty weighs 300 pounds
her husband died last year
but she ate the pain away
and never shed a single tear

she tried to stop a few times
but you could always guarantee
that in a week or two
you’ll find her back at KFC

life just goes in circles
and you know, it's rather strange
a different mask for every friend
and yet people never change

peter is a hired gun
he'll **** for a little green
he looks his victims in the eye
and shoots em’ in the spleen

there’s a pistol in his hand
and a bounty for his head
and sometimes late at night
he wishes he was dead

life just goes in circles
and you know, it's rather strange
a different mask for every friend
and yet people never change

georgy is a ***
his dead stare tells the tale
10 cents in his cup
his mind broken and stale

he can’t get a job
torn clothes, jaded face
he lost his family to the *****
and his dreams along the race

life just goes in circles
and you know, it's rather strange
a different mask for every friend
and yet people never change

she sends me messages that's she's leaving
a trans gal from West Virginia
trying to sound portentous, all this drama
filling my lungs i can't breathe in
she filled my heart and body
the hope trickling out of me
but met with indelible silence

and there's no better her out there
that's like her, you know it's not really that dramatic
nothing chromatic about a hook-up
lightless, lacking the sun's largess blasting
through the seams or in between the hedges
just wish i could have been with her
a couple more nights before she drove away

Gone
He is gone
She is gone
Sing a new song
Was so tired
Tired of the play along
Gone
He is gone
She is gone
Never to be seen
Never to be wrong
Help them fine where they belong...

So, now we must go,
Choose a direction and flow-

Do not worry about the destination:
Enjoy the adventure in meditation.

For ebbs and flows will come
And do not forget where you came from;

Small veins in a cloistered rock.
That eventually leave and flock.

The showers clean and fill our souls
And end up, sometimes, in dark holes

I have cried over the thought of reaching the salty abyss-
But let your motifs be safe with this freshwater kiss.

We may meet again on a sunny day...
Or, up in the clouds when the sky is grey

Let the moon guide you to an eternity,
For we watch over and envelope you in fraternity.

when i was small
my satin thighs
still stained in snow
untouched and wise

kept them closed
tucked in and nice
like a good girl would
with flustered eyes

somehow, i
still had to wonder
what it felt like
made me shudder

utter
stutters
hunters, youngsters

thrusting
lusting
rough and tight
busting
something
day and night

growing older
i dimmed the lights
on mattresses rusting
in hotel room nights

these days my story
isn’t quiet and right
filled with mourns
and shorts
pulled down ever so slight

these days i wander
in alleys and arms
of men and monsters
oh,
but believe me
they got their charms

Covered in your expelling exposure
being to near you and not quite enough
Jet through the spaces in between
the whole of me.

I like to be wrapped into the center
of your kind
and if you would let me
I would become your spine

and then we could work
a 2 for 1 a life.

and then perhaps
not so much strife.....