Before guns wore make-up,
We used to put pennies in our socks
So we’d always walk on the root of all evil.

Now Wall Street angels frolic through satellite clouds borrowed
from youths educated by universities of smoke and plastic bags.
                  
(The tears of a child are homage to the waning gods)
For in a day not far away,
Over the painted moon of the Morning Son,
The sun will rise wearing the finest war scars money can buy.

And the screams of humanity will be heard from Venus,
Forgetting that the reciprocal of   L-I-V-E   itself  is     E-V-I-L
And perhaps death is the life meant to be lived.

In the beginning
The sky shines bright
To the end

Never,
could I Ever,
repay the way
you once
lay
your skin,
nestled and
buried
within,
my limbs.

Never,
could I Ever,
replace your scent,
it lingers.
and I dreamt,
of the days
when the grass was blue,
and the sky was green,
and everything we ever held,
was everything inbetween

Never,
could I Ever,
turn you around-
you say you're
Inside Out,
I say I'm
Upside Down,
but you're choking me dear
when you cut me out

you've left me behind
up and left
with that same old
one
track
mind,
it may
sound funny
but from time to time
I close my eyes,
and yes-
it's you,
that I find

draining me
of
every
piece
of
courage
you planted in my seed
and make sturdy the branches,
of our growing
timeless tree.

and I know it's for the better,
dear
really you haven't got a thing to worry about,
here

but
Never,
could I Ever,
love like
the notes that your voice would flow,
or
the handwriting with me that you wrote,
or
the skin with
which
you know,
me.

Never.

could I Ever?

There's something about walking
through the dark dreary night
of winter that suspends everything in place
as if your the only thing that's alive
allowed to pass through the freeze frame

Please get to know me
before you decide to judge.
I love you for you.

squirming
in bed, like a child,
tickled with excitement
by opportunity,
the night before
the big day.

With surgical precision
You perfected the incision
Of that poison-tipped tongue,
Like a dart.

My crippling indecision
Was slashed with cold derision,
Till self-belief was wrung
From my heart.