I stayed to show you the stars
But as it turns out, you fell asleep
I shouted and I screamed
But my cries wouldn't wake your breath
Oh, I curse your being,
For it makes me all the more human.
So I split the earthly seams
To lay you beneath her sheets
But your hands, they wouldn't let me go
And my heart was tucked in with yours
Oh, I miss your being,
For it makes me all the more human.
How the flower's songs glide
gently upon the breeze!
And your hues grow vibrantly
throughout all my days!
Oh, I love your being,
For it makes me all the more human.

A little boy
Looked at the cuts on her wrists
She quickly crossed
Her arms behind her back
Tears entered his eyes
And he said
“My older sister used to have those, she forgot how to be happy”

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

don't undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don't undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.
she's long ago
forgotten me.
she's trying on a new
hat
and looks more the
coquette
than ever.

she is a
child
and a mannequin
and death.
I can't hate
that.
she didn't do
anything
unusual.
I only wanted her
to.

the stars
in the sky
are screaming at us
to shine like they do
but we refuse to
we make ourselves small
we don't let others
see our light
we are afraid of ourselves