I scrubbed
And I disinfected
Leaving no stains
On me
On my past

The birth of spring brings hope
The breeze carries dreams from far off places
The time is drawing nigh
And the blood rushes more quickly
Every second burning more brightly
Than the one which passed before
Mere days is what lies between Hell and imminent Heaven
Days, which will torture with the slowest of time
Inevitably give way to the rush of unity
Which leaves in seeming seconds
Still, these days will linger
Yet, still turn to hours, and minutes, and now
Ah, if only the now would pass as slowly
If time could crawl from the moment our eyes meet again
To the moment we must part
Perhaps we could live in that place for all eternity
Never having to feel the heart burn through flesh
As the distance grows by inches to feet
To that dreaded thousand miles
Oh, how those smiling eyes beckon
And dreams birth hope
The smell of jasmine in the evening
Brings joy in knowing it's just
A few more days......

The first time you saw her,
she had drifted into your apartment
on the tail end of a gust of winter wind.
She was just tagging along as a friend of a friend.
Her starry eyes and half smile
were what got to you,
and they were enough to keep you around.
You caught a glimpse of her
reckless nightmare
almost immediately.
She was stuck in the middle of a
downward spiral,
and she took you along for the ride.
You couldn’t seem to find a reason for it.
She was just sad.
Her body was made up of
howling heart attacks
and incandescent suicide notes.
She was bad dreams,
a fractured spine,
lips hemorrhaging secrets,
and ******* shoved to the back of a throat.
She was laughter at four in the morning
and daisies in a hurricane
with dark hair and darker eyes,
all wrapped up tight in a skeletal frame.
She was your bulletin board of best kept secrets
that you covered with love notes.
You were always trying
to glue her broken pieces back together,
but her edges sliced your skin to shreds.
She did not want to be saved.

my body is no longer my body long
but a short grunt
of atmospheric
twine
entangled in the long con
of birth
and the shambles of our every
dream...
the semaphore
on a dead wind
of  a flat Sea.

to rival the catacombs of your placid menagerie.

higher than brick kites
we.

and some of the absolute
squanders the never fails
and the dead end
lives at the end
of the block
where you're
mental.

IT'S LIKE THE RAIN WON'T STOP
AND WHAT'S HAPPENING CAN'T STOP HAPPENING
IT'S RIGHT OVER HEAD
BUT I CAN'T SEE ****
FOR THE LIGHTNING
IT'S A LEAGUE
AWAY
BUT SO UP-CLOSE
IT'S FRIGHTENING

BUT  I LIVE WHAT I DREAD
AND EVERY
DAY
IS A NIGHT.
thing.

GIVE ME YEARS OF REGRET
AND I'LL RAISE YOU A LONG TIME DYING
I'LL MATCH YOUR ABSENT SMILE
WITH AN EQUALLY GONE
AND YOU CAN ****
ON THAT
CAUSE EVERY WAY YOU HURT ME
KEPT ME THERE
FOR TOO LONG
AND NOTHING HELD
US BACK
FROM THE HOLE
THAT YOU WANTED
AND THE DEEP
AS IT
GETS.

AND WHATEVER WE LOST....