The music child tasting the sound
Tucking myself into this moment
As Jupiter lies under my bed
A slender moon brushes my cheek
Pine cone fingers made of blood root sap
Lace fireflies collect their thoughts in the silver maple trees

Hamlet my lightening rose
Summer on my lips
I tunnel and tangle inside you
Drinking from the basin of your youth
Earths saliva scribbles upon my dust
Cosmic beauty with a creatures face

Sweltering groins in the church pew heat
Dolorous gospels outcry
Lines of blackberries spread as the morning grows
Daylilie's hanging on for dear life
Men's brows wiped hastily
Silence that deafens a room
In this temple of my homestead

I'm on the edge
I'm tired
I'll grow wings and go
Blue lips and cold hands don't faze me anymore

Poetic scars kissing my quiet sugar thighs
Ash blood hair with lungs full of gasoline
The streets has wings filled with pockets of disease
Sidewalks are notebooks recording my thoughts
Homesickness leaves bruises on my feet
Retracing lovers tears from the corners of my mouth
Petal tongue made of feathers making lovers sigh
In this muted ghost town  
I'm suffocating with the void of communication
Plucking strings and church bells my nerves doing flip flops
Murals swooning the train station amidst the shallow shores
A drinking waltz climbs my eyelids
As I pour you down my throat

Sea salt hair with windchime charms
Fireworks in my chest the solar system in my  hip pocket flap
Tobacoo coat stained green with stones from my throat
A daughter of the North with toothpick heels
Sunken ships and bruised lips as I curse your name
Scar you with my thoughts
Regurgitate our  indifferences in this Melancholy sea
Stardust loveless and lost
I weaponize your words