Here is the edge of silence
Sick of time like leaves in the
Blowing away - a people person
Forgiven for follies fickle as ****
Falling frozen in the farewell flame
"*******" she says

We tried to wash away the stains
With rain, but something went wrong
They took us away today , again
With praise, they said it was all wrong
The children can not be saved
But pray- that everything is all good
They say , but nothing is as flawed
Our plans- Made- for the summer.
He stayed there on the interstate
In blood, he is a name on his grave
They can not wash away - like memory
In vain, they try, the rain
The rain

Everyone trying to explain
                I try but can i afford to?
                  Leaving for good , in ink


Wait a minute
Is this even legal?
Money baths
Coke plates
Romance
From royalties?
Surroundings
Heroes , ******
Introscopics
All the same
Saying-*******
I love you.


                         I know what it lookslike
                       Cliches and cheap flowers
                       Conversations gone cold
                        Some of you haven't met
                         I just wanted something
                      That was meant to happen
          Everything pure gets ****** in
The end

Text messages of accusation
Lies spread across dinner tables
Conversations with my mother
None of which are really you
The way you are here smiling
My couch , reminiscing of old
I ask you remember the time
We slept at my mothers house
And the way you responded
That slight coy nod "I do"
I knew you were a dream
I meant my mothers old house
The one you never slept at
you smiled and shook your head
And I told you, "now I know
Im talking to a ghost"
Oh how you were smiling
While you soft and slowly
Faded out , into darkness
Leaving behind any reality
I choke up , couldn't help but run
Upstairs , blind with arms catching me
Out of this dream. Away from you
How you haunt my dreams
And oh how I can tell its not you

Under a bold lettering of pinholes
  A night time sky cast in early essence
Lay - infog.the remains of a broken bell
  Hidden in a lost hum of silence,
   The first cries- a grebe or grieve..
For the time to rest our eyes is over
The blue starts to show again, slowly
Whats waiting in an envelope,
Fortune cookie type numbers odometer
Coffee
Our radio kicking back into itself
Folk take buses , trains, automobiles
Some walk- others sleep
And i . Breathe
And cough
Put my shoes back on
Come to a stop to-
Wait in line for a cigar
Go home and climb sore, not soar
Aching- into the only bed i long for
My dreams

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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn—
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Wizard Sun—

How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet
Till the Ball is full—
Have I the lip of the Flamingo
That I dare to tell?

Then, how the Fire ebbs like Billows—
Touching all the Grass
With a departing—Sapphire—feature—
As a Duchess passed—

How a small Dusk crawls on the Village
Till the Houses blot
And the odd Flambeau, no men carry
Glimmer on the Street—

How it is Night—in Nest and Kennel—
And where was the Wood—
Just a Dome of Abyss is Bowing
Into Solitude—

These are the Visions flitted *****—
Titian—never told—
Domenichino dropped his pencil—
Paralyzed, with Gold—

Sunset on the earths saliva
Stick to the roads a snail trail
Wriggling inside like worms
Cant turn off the terror nerves
Nervous as never known nursing
An infant hidden in the closet
Fall asleep waiting for dreams
A ghost in the wire , fiending
Blanket wrapped around you
Naked on the porch , long night
Long sunrise , reflecting off the pool