breathe in the air for me because I can't
bright but dark and suffocating, the stars squeeze me,
watching as they dance through each other like

french tips tapping on a foggy windowpane
pale blue grey lips trembling as they tug up at the corner
the elegant stretched fingers of mannerism -
alien, beautiful, silver and glowing
and throwing away all that came before,
looking toward the future, already there,
waiting for me
waiting for us to catch up

breathe for me because I can't
neck stretched too far, too far back
eyes cast toward the darkness, lips open, screaming, quiet
as the planets swirl in the deafening distance
and I bury my nails in my sides and it burns like

acid rain hissing as it strikes the ground
a high ringing somewhere in the distance in this empty office
stage lights striking the tops of eyelashes in the right position -
comforting and familiar, warm
but the eyelashes tremble and it's all you can see,
the only light in a dark room that could be stretching on forever,
blinding light, burning and staying for hours after as you sit, waiting,
waiting for sight
waiting for sight to catch up



*(I still can't breathe)

The silence in the big room
A void of nothingness minimalism
Caressing my inner thigh like some love
That was the ashes on the floor
It was inanimate
It was real

It was real


Maybe the past was something of a string
That was tied to my soul, pulling me ever so close
To the edge of everything pure
In order to search for the remnants of poetic echoes
And scream them out
As if they ever meant something to me
The scavenged world that is my own
With the falsity that is happiness
Let it burn away into ******* ashes
Look at it
*******, look at it!
Now it is the real
And that's how it was
The blackest part of the sky is the stars
The black, black stars
who whisper sweet dreams of becoming something won't become
Oh the black night
and the dark stars
How it was
How it is
How it will be

you let me hold your hand,
and play with your fingers,
then you left to **** another girl,

and maybe you thought
i'd be fine with that

Doing rhyme
     is doing time

You commit the crime
     they hang you out on the line

When all the crystaled dreams
     come crashing to the floor

When it's your turn to walk
     but there's no door

You tried and gave your all
     And the promises have just stalled

. . . I thought I'd call . . .
     and was put on hold . . .

Feeling my age , getting old
     realizing my mortality