A slab of wood
Entwined with copper and nickel.
That's all you are.
I feel your humanity at times.
It could just be the heat from my hands
Still fuming off your glossy surface
Like boiler room pipes.
Pipe down your pipe dreams sonny,
You're no Kurt Cobain.

Gaping valleys,
Asylum-colored.

Spaced enough to
Let daytime prevail
And to let horrors imagine themselves
In the black lung membrane
Of 3 a.m.

Without a doubt
The faith was lost
Below the salt.

Dawn's eyes
Not so much Viridian,
Slightly less...
Herbal.
Dusk swims up its favorite tree
And collapses
Dead as death.

Dragon's Breath
Cascades the mountainside
In
Red fury.

The Sun sweats
U.V. afterbirth,
Drought frenzy,
And carmine fissures.
Flooding eyelids,
And my minds eye.

Ethereal starkness
Sunbathes in the
Sundries
Of a maniac.

Dreaming death,
I chase the Sun,
To earn my urn.

at the sight of you
moons are dull grey spotlights
flat, dimensionless, and known.
which could make us akin
if i let the end begin.

but i drag it out and twist it tight
all strapped in place
i dig a tunnel in my soft spot.

stretch the truth until it breaks its back.
bones of sugar
clumped together like lonely hydrogen
in a coronal marsh.
i thought i could tame it.

i see
silver and black wind
builders and watchmen.
your world famous carousel hugs
turn to languorous shrugs
but they both make me dizzy.

a gaze eclipsed for the moment
you're less a mind, more a slogan.

when his eye meets yours
it leaves behind
sunspots.

Too much time at hand
To see my life unravel.

Although I travel eyes to ground,
I seem to get around quite sound.

So it seems my life's a Monet,
Money killed me in a way.

Chimeras cannot fill my belly,
Soon my soul must get to selling.

Govern oceans with the moon,
Until our axis turns with death

Gravity will leak its pressure
As lonely lovers live as lepers.

2000 years ago,
If you sneezed around Jesus,
Were you guaranteed a spot in Heaven?

I see television as a sort of
Socially acceptable
Voyeurism.

I approach,
And carve a "Hello"
Out of my marble voice.
Before an exchange is made past introduction,
I stand there,
Paralyzed.

Plunging inward,
Hands crawling through the dark,
Gliding between muscle and nerve,
***** and blood,
Wrapped between and under
A bouquet of bone,
Traveling the tunnels behind my chest,
Spiraling humbly in and out of every rib
In the shape of the Special Beam.

Nesting,
Coddled in a diaphragm home,
My voice rocking back and forth
With a death grip on its shins,
Knees under chin,
Mumbling grievances of social disorder.

Courage dilutes in exhales,
Each breath shorter than the last,
Only enough brave in veins to utter
"Nevermind",
As I turn and walk away.

Dream is but a life,
Severed from congruence and chronology.
Did I imagine my memory?
The adolescent blizzard,
The tar pits of first love,
The prepubescent honeycomb,
The shedding of innocent skin,
The infant cobweb spun by genetics.
Death at the leg of my mate,
Birth among a thousand siblings.

Climbing to the ground
From the sky where i was buried,
Resting in rapid eye ether,
Transparent atmospheres solidify
With ruby whips of gravity.
My reflection in your fingernails,
My face askew in distortion,
Your hand's a house of mirrors,
Peeling at my silhouette.
I'm drinking fire,
As we cremate the sea.

Nirvana becomes panoramic,
The air ripples.
The topaz pillar i held becomes my body pillow,
And I wipe the sleep from my eye.

The dream unstitched,
We sew reality back up,
But the thread gets thin
At night.

I thought you were a cat,
but now I see you're not.

You have my favorite haircut,
Its reminds me of important women I knew,
Like a teacher I vaguely recall
From my hazy infancy.
My brain was still soft.

But I do remember her hair,
Even though her face is blurred.
Lemon yellow,
It was years before i heard the word blonde.

I picture you,
Slipping fingers through your mane,
Like a cat slips through a fence.

I want to look
myself in the eye,
See myself upside down,
Like a fruit bat,
And I want to know
What I'd think
If i was my shrink,
Paying myself
For an hour of my time.

I want to pray to me,
To see if I'd respond.

I want to **** myself,
To feel if I was good.

I want to lay on my chest,
To see if I'm comfortable.

I want to be at my funeral
To know if it's blue.

Blackout for nine months,
I'm growing inside me.
Pulled out of myself,
I put me in hiding.

If I saw myself
Walking down the street,
I honestly don't know what I would think.

I'm your mother,
You're my son
In fantasy we are as one.

Stay away,
We cancel out,
Keep a distance safe with me.

I'm contracted
To contract,
I can't let you out again.

I'm a black hole.
I'm infertile.
Won't you please
Just be my sun?

I'm a children's dish,
I'm gaping abyss
I'm a circle feeling out of my element.
I'm an orphans drum
I'm a nameless son
I'm the broken tusk of an elephant.
I'm your swollen eyes
I'm a sacrifice
I'm Mr. Kennedy's last day as president.

I'm an aching head
I'm a dying dog
I'm the feeling that someone is watching you.
I'm a body bag
I'm a copycat
I'm dishonest and I'm the dreams that you hate.
I'm an open wound
I'm a *****'s pet
I am your furniture, show me some respect.

I'm a shadow and a shape
I'm a sheep
I'm awake
I'm you're teeth
I'm alive
I'm the field where you died.

Guilt was my new device,
Left outside my habitat.
Falling chest first,
Heavy hearts killed the acrobats.

Back in a time
When we knew language
Peace was inevitable.

Draped in wings like curtains,
We fall like feathers hard as stone.
The pure wastes itself, tainted,
And youth will pay the children's toll.
We turn our pages endlessly,
The pages turn us old.