As I drift to sleep
I’ll say this now
There’s no humanity no love
And IM used

fine, FINE.
DOOR SLAMS

Why mess it up at the hands of another
who life could never show a better dream

sleep is timely
Like the fast tongues of women
with black hair
They ask beneath our sky
for love
As if it were one last stop before death

How are you?
It’s almost midnight,
At this point it’s our cue.
It’s not what it’s seems to be, the light.
We’re here to play, day and night

We are but tiny sun men
We see light as dark
Over the hills are golden days
White at night and rounded caves
Under our skin there must be more
Nobody knows, for we are just men.
What lies there but ourselves, that which is of the sun?
All say that
Love must be put to bed
Yet we ask of our women:
What are we and what is beneath our skin
How did you let the light in
When will man rust?
Some told their small lies
All to suit a sad tongue
“For there is gold underneath,
Yet the rust is scared of man
Their shadow always about and messy
Inside of man is neat truth, hidden”
but we sun men only heard there is gold beneath
So we slaughtered the lot of them
And realized where rust grows
In the toil of used blood where the sun once shined
In darkness there is light
Exposed, only dark.
We are sun men, and no longer do we ask such questions.

Waiting for this stoge to burn
It’s a blue spirit
I’ll be waiting a while

I see it through my eyes
So this world is mine
If others exist beyond my sight
They might have their own sight too
So I won’t try to dominate what is mine to hold
Hours I spent looking at our world
I called it ours
So it is