Something devilish Antlers In The Churchyard, your home is a forest of mirrors voices clinging to shapes in the darkness Swallow down the warmth As it drips from your mouth you will mourn Cry for your mother, Who will touch you now? No skin on your fingers No leaves on your branches The burn of rain in your bloodstream The scream of wind in your endless thoughts You are a God in a place you don't belong something old among the concrete long since buried They locked you up But you will be fed
The silence crosses distances and hits something in the fear of my heart There is nothing worse than forgetting The mind removes that which it can no longer hold My name is fresh upon your lips and yet I have never heard you speak it My name is fresh upon your lips though it has been uttered with scorn My name is fresh upon your lips love, for once, a flavor sweet and welcome Our distance has always been great Our distance grows farther still For now, you are far away But when you come back, will you still love me?
If you count the cracks I will open my mouth for you The injury The injury, falsely gaping it doesn't fit and you count again Look at my fingers ****** the edges Feel the curves How wrong can it be? You press a hand to what's wrong You hold my problems Apples and Oranges What if neither was real? The inside is flesh It yields It yields But if I do not ask you to count my mouth will never have a use Swallow my tongue for me You put me in a place, but it isn't mine Whose body is this?
It’s been seven years and I still don’t think I’ve processed it For most of my young life I had no mother For most of my young life I had no father There was only her, mother of my mother A sharp woman with hands like sharpened scissors Counsel and Care, the altar I was made to pray at Her touch was soft unless it was hard, and hard unless it was soft Like salt tossed over her shoulder, Like warm potatoes in the sun Like a bowl of cheerios before the bus comes We prayed the rosary every morning And I told her about my gods and myths I told her about the rocks and crystals And I cried about numbers We prayed the rosary every morning, and I couldn’t bring myself to mind We went to church on Sundays, and I sang as loud as I wanted We picked out melons at the grocery store and ate them by the pool
It’s been seven years, and I miss her And I will miss her I’ll cry when I hear Que Sera Sera I’ll eat saltines and still think to myself they aren’t that good I’ll keep my rosary and sometimes I will pray I will miss her And I can only hope to be like her someday And I hope that she is proud
Crow looked at Vulture Asked, "Why do you bring death?" Vulture looked at Crow Said, "For the reason misfortune is your burden to bear" Crow looked at Vulture Asked, "And why must you taste blood?" Vulture looked at Crow Said, "For the reason your eyes catch the sunlight" Crow looked at Vulture Asked, "And why must we remain this way?" Vulture looked at Crow And he looked at Crow And Crow looked back And Vulture said, "We have known nothing more" And Crow looked back "Then we must learn" "Then we must learn"
He stands near the trees, places a hand upon them and feels their dying breath, The final sigh as leaves circle, drifting to the ground, a blanket on the forest floor. Take off your hat, lonely boy and mourn another year's passing. The wind will scatter him like the leaves, blowing him far from home, far from the place where his heart lies.