mud wrestling
spine slipping through your ear
breathing wet earth
watching your demise

walking down the street
everyone asking
do you believe

lying in my bed
everyone dreaming
except me

some are falling
some are climbing
some just lost their way to the sky

some are shouting
some just whisper
some just have that look in their eyes

you're just one god away
from me

lightly she walked
softly the snow fell
quietly to fill her footprints
white and sweet
that my heart follows

oh coffee
   rhymes with thee
   so i decree
   poetically
i love thee

Someday
I will belong

where everyone else is like me
silent but not awkward
all the charm
of rot

Someday
it won't be long

If we lined up in alphabetical order
of the gods that we believe in,
would the line be longer or shorter
than the demons we fight within?

If we believed in our sons and our daughters
without holy guns to force in their hands,
would our blood run colder or warmer
than the fires we set to win?

Spoiled spoils to the victor,
painted and perfumed with cancer
latent in the holy water
blessing the foolish dancer.