Gaily I shall go
Into the snare
Laugh with me
And fear not a
Thing. (Because)
Your muscles
Play a music
To my skin
In your arms
A glance by!
Wind disruption
Casts the dog of me
Into the sea
I'll rush if you
Would lip
Quiver. Run hind
Legged shaking tense
Little thing you
Bobbing bulb willow
Wind blossoming
Song
what then would I be
If thou were the moon
And I the sea

Even the wind this morning
Was angry at your skirt

...jesus answer the phone
....just answer
I know you are lying there naked flipping the record to side b
I know you sense this swallowing of pride
dialing this number again
Written down in my head
We are not friends
Why don't I  cut myself open
Bleed on the outside for a change

Restrained
Unrestrained
Grazing fingers in the dark
I burn up skin seared
Arcing through your atmosphere

, your skin tasted like negative ions
And you scorched the back of my throat
Even the pain felt right
Can I put my hand in your flame again
Ive come back just to hear your voice
On the phone

"*******"

I grow ***** poppies by a certain canal
A few seeds I got from a friend of a friend
I buried them an inch down in the dark
Black earth near a retention pond
I watch the sunset on the banks at night
There is even a good sized gator in the pond
I have seen him get some fish
He and I once and twice
Have probably shared a sunset
But the difference I
Go home to my warm bed
They sprout like a potato does
A good sized plant within a month
Until fat green buds began to swell on them
I plucked them when they reached an apex
And cut the flesh of one with a razor
Like a stuck pig it gushed
Rubbing a bit on my gums
I watched the sunset
And stumbled back
To my warm bed

Ok, doll eyes
Don't get all worried
I'm a nobody
Just a fly upon the wall
I have a face with only
Forgetful features
I'm a one night stand
Just some guy bumming smokes off fate
I never jump right in
I just circle the water
Testing it for ph levels
Testing for temperature
I stand up shaking the dripping thermometer
"Yeah go on in the waters fine"
I would rather be in the corner getting drunk alone
Watching God and the devil at war
Just an eye
Watching the goings on
I won't say that maybe
I test fate
Ok...I always do
Running off at the mouth
Saying too much
Listening too little
I don't sit there and watch the devil fight God
I jump in and lay into God's jaw
Breaking a chair on the devils groin
I'm a bleeder
A scrapper
A lover
A Mystic
A drunk
A scientist
A wizard
A thief
A warden
A friend
I just want to be everything for you
I can be all the right things
I can be all the right times
I can take a hint
Or leave it
One time I asked to pass on who wants to be a millionare
:.........on the one million dollar question
So here is your one million dollar question
In riddle  form:
What has two blue eyes
That see only good
Two white hands
That only show love
And one beating heart that wants nothing more than to tell you the truth

In the dark parking lot I stand leaned against the car
Smoking cigarettes as I wait for the lights to flick off
Then exactly forty 5 seconds later
The lights flicker once again
In her window
My heart is a crescendo
Of mad mad laughter
Two minutes later on the dot
I am walking up with my coat in my arms
And she whistles down at me from the stone wall. She drops
Momentarily her white hospital gown catches
Revealing the pale skin laced with razor blade spider web cuts
Blue and black bruises finger-shaped beneath her small breast
Then she is in my arms again her chest is heaving as she embraces me
Holding me tightly her bare feet on the cold wet pavement
I feel whole again
I give her my coat and we get into the car
Her laugh and smile hysterical
Mirrored in her eyes
We speed away
Finally off the meds
She asks for a cigarette
She checks the rear-view
"Something is chasing me." She says

Thrice denied
I squelch the snarl in my throat
The shakes keep me humble
Scraping for the push hit
Lips to nape
Feral moans at your hairline
Devine

I'd slit a throat for the wash
And watch blood pool and coagulate
Such a sweet metallic savor
Write to me
Poetry
From heaven and or hells chambers
Just a drop of water upon my tounge
A single trembling drop

A hard luck kid
Pushing and fighting
Sleeping and reaping
Hand hold his girl Joann
Sleeping over drunk and high
You always slowed me down
You always made me mad
It's funny how your dishes in the sink
Would **** me off
But now I wish you were still around
To eat off the plates
And scrape your teeth on the fork
And leave your clothes in the floor
I wish you would open the door
And ask for a ride to buy beer

But

Now I'm smoking cigarettes
On your bedroom floor
Looking at the empty bottles
Wondering about the dresser
Filled with your drawings
And your lava lamp still going
Joann comes in
And cries in the doorway
Because she doesn't know what to do
With your clothes and your pictures
And I want so bad for you to open the front door
Singing Merle Haggard at the top of your lungs

We spit stories and sunflower seeds off the bridge
Walking down unimportant crooked roads
With names like summer lane and love street

In the afternoon heat
I popped your soda top
And we walked like we had shoes

The heat glued us together
The cold that once tore us apart
The blizzards would come in
And drag you up into the lonely white sky

The window is open
As we sit smoking
A joint you rolled with care
The sweet notes of night time
And heat roll in and fall asleep on your chest


In a tangle of your arms and blankets
I woke up for work
I put on my greasy boots
And pants with oil stains

Maybe something as simple as goodmorning
And a kiss to the back of a neck
Something like that could start life over
And give me something to breathe about

I've come to realize that your not from this town
You are some long place away
The trash that I live in

I walk the streets
or drive my car
I know all the drug dealers
And all of them know me.

All the hippie guys
who are stuck on some concept
smoke ****
eat shrooms
become god
kinda concept

All the rednecks
Trucks and Jeans
tabacco spit

This trash town
that I love so much
the gas stations
at midnight
we are lost as can be

but what does it matter
when you aren't here
you're in some far town
across years of rain soaked highways
bright headlights
miles

Catchy first line abuser
Thinking about your eyes
Looking at your ceiling
As you wait for sleep

Your voice
Your hands
Your laugh
Your eyes
Those are the things that haunt me the most about you
And they haunt my poetry line to line

Wishing for arms that cant comfort
Arms wrapped warm around another
Two strands of spider web
Wrapping up the fly

Ink black seas
Spice ladden ships
Afternoons I spent watching
The boats dock and tie
And I imagined
One day
A boat would bring you to me
And my dreams of you will fall between the cracks in the dock
To swim forever with fish

I grab words from you

They are precious to me

I want to keep them folded

Safe in my pocket.

*But
I hang on to the end of your sentences
Like a starved man holds a crust of bread

I know that you are too beautiful for me to hold
Too precious and rare to belong to me
I am the humble farm boy
You the long haired princess

...the boy who hides in the garden
Just to hear you sing

I don't deserve you
Long legged  and delicate

(Keeping a butterfly in a jar
With a single stick to rest on
The hardest thing for the scientist to do
Is unscrew the cap
And let her float away)

Oh yeah
I once saw a tomb
In some silver moonlit corner
Of a dark garden

A young girl had died in the year of our lord
1852

Scratching on stone walls
A terrible chill


A murderous mother  
Began to leave tear stained letters
On full moons

One blood red rose
And three long and painful letters
Each sealed with a wax seal
Signed in blood

They began to print the notes the next summer in the local paper
The heart breaking lines
Printed in smeared black ink
And sudennly the letters stopped

Story goes one night some kids were going out to the tomb
To try and catch her but ended up having ***
Well they go up to the tomb
And layin against the tomb was a beautiful black haired woman
In a pool of blood

But thats just legend
People still leave letters on moonlit nights on the tomb
Confession letters
Of ****** and ****
You name it...

The police leave them alone
......I myself visited that moonlit garden one night
and placed a letter in beneath a rose
I fear that I can't let it take over my life
It takes me from all love
Boiling hot water up to my eyes
and just like that...I never wanted another lover
but the maiden of ******

In fact they will stop on rainy street corners
To read us behind glass black and white
Televisions flickering
They laugh at us and toss cigarette butts
Getting into taxis
Off to some important date
In old gilded hotel lobbies
But on the rainy street
Our poetry is lost
'Neath the hustle and buss
Of their everyday feet

Everything happens for a reason
No one who ever knows anything
Is not a someone to me
Usually
But your blue eyes know
The inside of my mind
I'm an Indian prince
Of chikiwa descent
It's my birthday today
Red dress
Your whistle seems dry
Drink up this
Fire water with me
Hands lead to shoulders to mouths to tongues
Music plays on the radio
Crackeling in the dark
Smoking coffin nails for scientific research
You have stumbled on a space age invention
Number 666
I got out of jail for this
****** ******* town
So I smoked the peace pipe
For days and days
We shot bullets and tequila
Numbing Human pain
I'll pray for you to Allah
You pray for me to fate
Jesus was my friend
My favorite cellmate

With silence he is crowned
And eyes which spilt eternities
The future he thinks
To hold the leash
And the past he covets

Beside the fire
It is his desire
To think of it
There is no sleep

And when the sun
Slits the horizon
the wound gushing on pale sky  
He squints bloodshot eyes
And he is alone
There is no sleep

Do you feel it when you look into the fire?
The hairs on your neck will stand up
Do you feel it pulse inside you when
Your sight narrows
and sweat. It whispers in the heart
When you have been denied
The crimson anger swells
and its nails tear into
the flesh of your
Being

The first time I felt it
In the fifteenth winter of my life
When my grandfather was still
On this side of time-
I watched his wrinkled hands
load the rifle
And the snow was thick
The cigarette smell of his truck cab
The walk into the forest
Birds that sing in morning
Suns ray. We crossed into
The valley and walked around the
Circumfrence. My feet were wet
And the rifle was heavy
My skin was cold
I dare not complain

the long wait

There a golden stag
My grandfather pointed
And with an urgent whisper
We drop to the frigid ground
And I follow his finger out
In the  valley among the brambles
He stands

Heartbeats among the silence
and the smell of stale cigarette
breathe among the pines...
the grain of wood on the rifle
I see every line and the black
of the beast's eyes through the scope

the feeling of time dragging slowly
no longer seconds and minutes but
the multitude of years between heartbeats and breaths
I see the "target" as the ten thousandth time I have fired
This rifle I breathe
He breaths and my grandfather whispers
a scream in my ears

I hear the golden watch around my
grandfather's wrist tick away
centuries and I am a thousand
years old and that buck is
ten thousand years old
Both of us hungry and cold


then the morning was broken
and birds flew away in haste
My grandfather's loud cheer
and his wrinkled hand clasping
my shoulder.

"You've caught the fever now boy!"

It's warm coagulated blood melts the snow
And the cold steel of the knife
My grandfather's ****** smile and the look of pride
"Good shot, son. I hope no man is unlucky enough to find a place between your cross-hairs."

You feel it now and again
A greater high than any
Chemical can give
Even that tightening of the chest and the smell of blood on the nostrils.

I see it sometimes in the fire
In the red embers late at night
I gaze into the glow
Inside it's deep heavy laugh
As it gazes back at me

I thought it
A carousel spinning
Music and light

Presumed 
It a blade of grass
Or shadow bent by
**** form

Maybe the strand of silk hair
Ribbon disrupted from a high place
To fall on cheek

But I am wrong
This single:

True love
Is but
Raw pain unmingled

Down off the beach
The women wear gold and white dresses
Worlds of pearl and crystal glassed slpendor

I can get there in twenty minutes on the motorcycle
If she starts

But what a night it will be
If I make enough to buy liquor
Or a blue night home

The moon peaks just up above the sable palms
The night is warm and brimming with stars
The smell of gasoline and wind full of ocean salt
Where my home is by the sand
Blown into my heart
And no matter how I shake it
Or try to hose it off
The salt remains crusted
The smell of sea and home

Up town to mainstreet
Where little Cuban joints
Like to keep the neon glow
Where drunken black boys
Smoke *** in the yard
girls sit cross legged on the roof
Of squat sea blown houses
Painted pink, and blue and white
Like Miami hotel lobbies


The spedometer is broken
Just a haunting yellow glow
As onto Seaway I turn
More sea than road
God put this road here for me
Right here on a warm night
Where I can speed by the brilliant
Candle lit yards and dull sidewalk lamplight
The smell is strong of sea there
Heavy on the sky
The moon is a yellow crescent
Up above the ocean black
But the bike shifts clean and quiet
And the yacht clubs up the road
Are Shining bright
Where
Pretty girls dance
Red lipped in yellow lights

Now I see you
You *******
"FIRE ALL TORPEDOES"
“But captain...that is our own ship, sir”
“I said fire all torpedoes”
“Yes Sir, Right away, sir”
“Captain says fire all torpedoes”
“Wait…aren’t we still at the dock?”
“Yes we are…fire all torpedoes”
Red flashing lights
“Fire in the hole!”
Fire in the hole

This is all a big joke
You and I are just passing time
Until extinction

I have teeth of pig iron
And my back is a mountain
When I stretch in the sunrise
Oak trees snap and echo strangely
In the valley of my spine

A she bear walked upon my knees
Scraping her claws against my thigh
Birds soar about my forehead
Great whales swim in my mouth
Wolves hunt in the kingdom of my belly
And howl as I kiss the full face of my moon

Foxes learn the twists and curves of my palm
Rabbits burrow in my chest
Deer graze upon my feet
And the green bulbs of my eyelash
Bloom white blossoms

I reached up
With calloused hands
I felt the delicate slumber of stars
I cast them to the earth
And crushed them beneath my great bare feet

I ate the earth
Much like a green apple
And put the nickel core In my pocket
I put Sol in my mouth
And the universe was dark for a while

I grow tired of sleep
And I dream madly of  the road again
Women wear long silk gowns
They whisper words and grab my arms
They open my mouth and pour in tankards
Of dark drink
Burning
Burning down in my belly

They slept in the crook of my arm
And the long black hair tickled my face
They were silent when they awoke
And my slumber was deep
They cut my throat ear to ear
Laughing as my blood poured into the cauldron of the sea
Laughing as they snip my hair with scissors
Laughing as they remove my left eye
*We are fate your body is beautiful
Oh King, give us your turqoise eye
We have a knife/a good sharp knife!
We can feast forever on a sliver of your skin
And will build the earth again with your sinew

Hands Hands Hands
Reach Reach Reach
Sparrow
Like
An
Arrow
Passing through the trees
Riding
Down the
Road again
Hand Hand Hand
Against the wind
Stuck behind a school bus
Waiting on a train
Follow me to nowhere
In a driving rain
I forgot about the days
When I was most alone
And fell in love with anyone
Who called me on the phone
I beg your pardon please
Someone say my name
Fumes of burning ether
Licking up my brains
Licking up my brains
Lick me up again

We make our own hell
Trying to sleep
I can hear the click click of demon claws
Terror
Seeing death moments away
Darkness begins to sway in
Hearing the whisper of beautiful maidens
As they entice me to the mouth of hell
The lick of crusted sulfur
Bellowing halls of flesh-scent smoke
The hollow of darkness
The squeeze of far off screams
I feel Baal wrap his claws about my ankle
The talons digging into my flesh
Like a dog I drool and scream-
Begging for respite
I was born and died a fighter
My naked feet kicking out at the face of embers
Searing my back against an obsidian boulder
My feet find weight against the razor sharp stones
I climb away from death
Crying out when her whip of flame
Opens up my back
The choking is all I know
The crying
The sorrow

I bolt upright in my bed
Covered in cold sweat
My sheets holding me tightly in the black
And I swear although I am all alone
I can hear my family down the hall laughing and talking

It was just as I had drempt it
Even down go the thirst and the red flashing light
It was perfect
Almost scripted
We are only actors acting for no one
The fear of heights and closed spaces
Lying drunk on  the kitchen floor
Counting tiles until
The record ends
With no one to turn it over

We were going to talk about something else
About how you were slapped
And thrown out on a dirt road
  She licks her lips

Yes

Breaking you in the door jamb
Off a kerosene light

Moths still circle
By the light from the front porch

       Yes
In her mind she stills sees it shining
Down on dark country road

Miles of barbed wire fences
That you lean on as if drunk
Rusted snagged and torn cuts
All almighty your heart

Yeah
Tailights of his truck driving off in the rain
Nights where you light a cigarette and lay where he's been

But
He slammed me up and shut
Like an ironing board
Locked me in the closet

It is hard to breath

Walking down the road
Barefoot and tired
A rattlesnake
Beneath every step
Beer can crushed
A moon shadowed sillohuet

Still standing I see
With your community college
Psychology degree
Standing tall like a paper doll
Made by little fingers

I don't know why you hate me
Why you laugh about me to your friends
Why you pay hand over fist to the telephone company
Just to talk **** about
Little old me

Here a nickel
There a dime
You're talking about me all the time

When I'm down on the street
Gossip like wind
And Im hearing **** from your so-called friend

I realize the diffference between you and me
Is I can lock things up
And swallow the key

I guess I'm learning how the seasons change
Leaves fall like lingerie
From the marble shoulders

Twenty two times cursed
But I feel the same
Needle has me feelin'
Right as rain
Don't need no ******' body

But I still got her picture in my pocket
Slap full matchbox made me wanna burn it
Snapped and pinned tight upright
Until I saw the morning light
Said goodbye now I'm feeling there's hope
Shaking winter from my shaggy coat

I was born ten thousand years late
And I'm just a tick off of happy
I know a place downtown
And a girl named Chelsea
One night we sat at a booth
After her shift
Drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes
I bet we could be happy she had said
Move out to the country and finally be wed
But she has her ****
I have mine
I love you
You love me?
Well, that's just fine

And despite your commitment
To stop at the store
You said keep drivin
-your headlights were pink
Presents from your rich daddy
Real pink headlights  on the road
He bought you the Cadillac on
Your sixteenth winter
Along with those god ****** pink headlights
*******
We didn't stop for m&ms; and chico
You were a lamplight
Stupor raddled
So far so good you see
Lays the vine against the tree
Blow on wind
Crystillian sea
Turn around
And throw your
Handbag
Into a lava pit

There is another life than this
I know it
There is knowledge on this plain
Learn and admire it's beauty
For what shall eternity be like
If I had never seen that field of poppies growing
And a great blue mountain with snowy plateau
The color and the intricacies
Shapes and designs
Above this plain lies another
Our minds are too...simple
To comprehend it, yet with
Certain chemicals  we may taste it
Around us always pulsing blue energy
Chakras absorbing rivers
Light our eyes cannot see
Shadows only the heart can know

Long ago we once knew
That we are a part of this earth
Once rejoicing our return to it
And when the angels came to lead us
Back to the warm ***** of All
Fear turns the angels into demons
Do not fight against it but
Allow
Those who see hell
Lead only themselves there

Which  hand is the penny in?
I think I'd like to be tricked again
Once more silver eye
I seldom sense it in your sigh
Oxygen conversion is your diversion

I hear the horns against the cliff
A moon familiar crescent slips
Silently from the sea
Are you..
Are you quite alone?

I feel the frost on my bones
Memories split the northern sky
The stars call me
A glow like fire I have known
Caught upon the web of words
I remain
Listening Night

Tangled in the hair of you
I sniff war smoke
You do not waver
I do not
Tightening the knot

Blood I wish to not know you
Pouring perfume round nostrils
Flared
Jaw so clenched
Pulse
I taste your presence in my throat

Blood drunk among the fray
Or curled warm among the furs
That night before the sea
I dream of it

I am colorblind you know
It is not too hard to live without something you have never known
The fog was heavy and thick- a sharp figure is walking down the side of the street
He  pierces the thick cloud like a thorn/ I imagine how she must see him
His shadow stretching impossibly long against the lamps
I try to imagine life without color
How we must look sitting here
Beneath an infinite amount of stars that are impossibly far away
I watch her shadow as she stands and walks out onto the street
How she must see things
"this is quite a beautiful way to see I think
though most of my friends say...it would **** not to see color."


She spoke of my friend Ben Ezra
Who bought her a cup of tea
She sipped and gagged it down
Feeling something growing inside her
and twisting

Then she told me in words
How the voice inside her
Was speaking so loudly
That it drowned out the car ride
down this same old street
and then she looked
a stop sign was red
and leaves turned green from gray
She looked down at her hands
Colors poured into the car like water around her

I see you agian
In your soft fragile beauty
A  new orchid pale
But I see in your eyes sadness
The ache in a spiders legs
As it crawls to the center of its web
A cold breeze tossing it upon a sea
A fresh look of terror
Shivering in the moonlight
You haunt my dreams
I am ****** to a life of silence
A cold shiver in my limbs
A cold shiver in my limbs

I am in love with fire. I want to cut the throats of kings. I want to drink dark red wine with strong-hearted women (if you sing to me/I will love you). No God or man would dare deny me. I am the master of my own  reality. I scream at the top of my lungs until my throat gives out. Men wish to be me and beg to hunt at my side. As for women though/a wise man would not boast to a rose. The fire burns within me and I fear no other than myself. Into dark nights I go singing and all evil I greet with a  laugh and a sharp knife.

I woke up and wrote your letter
The Morning sun wash shining
After a long rainy night
I spent it trying to understand
How I am supposed to float
How the trees are supposed to wrap and squeeze
The raven on his branch
****** harm of the moon
White light through forest seeps
Forget the meaning of a moment
Pressing on the tile
How your skin was warm
And your hands alright
Fire burned from Hades that day
And the claws of demons reached up
To scratch my screams
Your parables are a common monolouge
******* in my brain
Revalations and Galatians, Ezekial, Jeremiah
John the APOSTLE to christ
Was exiled to the island Patmos
A bullet would put my brain on ice
Character Speech of Naked demons
Pouring Fire onto the world
to ash
to ash
to ash
The seven seals
Breath the ash in and out
Standing strong footed in the Millenium
Where he rules again
With an iron rod
Despair
Rebellion Screams in the blood of your young heart
A spray of ****** violence against a creator of lust
and love
and pain
and ash
The prince of peace
Whose blood anointed the sins of the childerens childrens children
Speeding up to heaven on winged steeds
Let your words pierce my armor
Unto my very bones
It is better than this pain I feel
Your own annointed son
Bleeding on an alter
Incense swirling this
I wish the mounains
Would fall upon me

It's here with me now
I can soak up the universe
Into the needle
With a plunger
It's satanic charmers are going to the bowling alley
They are smoking cigarettes and talking about being human
****
If I am not the moth
slamming my full
weight against the lightbulb
at the bottom of your soul
I want to kiss you
and tell you that the universe is not a secret
It is right here in front of you

Words are sure strange hunh?
Ever think about it dipping its finger into the energy river
and it dripping off into black nothingness
The black universe
like an eyelid
like shadow
it becomes needle
and I am dead
Everything I am
bashed against the wall like a lightbulb

No need for dramatics but cinderblock house arrangment tempo
Is not equal to the federal concordance
Checking back
No
No
No wait
equals

What professor 25

The girl in school
Who I think on
            often
    I write her poems
                 hardback textbook
        In between paragraphs
                     I lick my finger
turning the page
If I could only tell you
How the secret pencil marks I leave
                   Make me want to scream
She smells so boss
           Like grape bubblegum
                  
I Wrote her tonight
              Slipped the folded note   into her  pocket
        
My heart skips
         As she sits in Economics
Paper cut red
When she found and read
                   The wide rule page

The patch of plaster at the bed side
I hear the cries you cannot hear
For I am cursed or blessed to be
The architect of my own fate
    If things were not so heavy
If the veins were not so deep
  The shadow of my doorway is long on the floor
I sleep curled beneath the barred window
My back against the wall. Do not let those shadows touch me.
The screams are unholy
Words inhuman
One night I will fly from here
I will walk through the locked doors
Above me flourescent lights will shatter
I will leave scorched footprints
On the white tile
I will sleep among the unworthy again
And when they find deepest sleep
I will take them from their beds

I am a flourescent bouquet of roses
Picked from the belly of the living meadow
My feet are two brown layers of silt and mud
At the bottom of the creek
Question me about the sun and her secrets
Ask me what the bees say of
How they miss their mother
Watched father die
Sing me a song
And the deer will come
To drink from my legs
Talk to me
Say my name
Flowers yellow blue green and red
Will grow to the sky
My fingernails grow from the soil beneath
Drinking up the water
They grow
Silent saplings
Dancing in the breeze
Fill your pockets with my leaves
Smell the music
Taste the bark
It grows in your belly
And grows warm tendrils
Beneath your skin
Lie in the grass
And the dafodils
Will kiss  your ears
Open the clouds with your whisper
Birds will dance in the blue
Fish swim and jump from the water
Catching a glimpse of us
Before returning to the cool waters
Fear not
Bugs crawl
Watching us between the twigs and stumps
Laughing at the joy
Brought by their new sister
We will be dust again
As we were meant to be
Then the clouds will come
And rain on our heads
And push us to the sea

Ageless
Endeavor
Sinking ever
The needle of the mind
Devine &
Emotionless
Eyes
Dissect
Pouring
Over the novel concept
Of you

I came back from texas
Walking up your lawn
The dew is the same
All around
It's been a year
One *******
My hands aren't a boys hands anymore
I am stronger than I once was
Tanned from summer suns
But your still the same in your yellow dress
Your bedroom still isn't clean
We fell asleep after waitng so long
Your smell was as always soft
An angel I had lost
A year ago
Nights and nights
Upon a telephone
Its one week home with you
Then the road

It is in my bones and in the fields when I stop on the road to watch
A barbed wire fence running across your chest
You wear the clouds as a mask
Hididng a smile? Hiding a scowl? You will not disclose
Lust and love are two wolves
They run and play at the nape of your neck
Licking one another by the sea of your scent
24 years later your eyes are deep blue
And more precious than silver
Your words bring peace to my marrow and my belly is full of laughter
No wine on my lips
Your taste unmingled

I am a fool for your glances
And my soul soars among mountaintops at your laughter
Your fingers speak a familiar language against mine

I will never forget this moment and I treasure even the silence between us

Dress of mist about a beutiful mountain
Where the grace around trees is only black
Where candles can glow a hundred miles
Standing in my doorway
I could see you dancing in the fog
The thread of spirit
Was lost in the fall of a rock
And winter made me wrap my coat about me
Where the shame of wind burns my face
And tears turn to crystal
Where fire makes my heart loose its grip
And the thick paycheck
And the handful of lotto tickets
Standing in the light
A cigarette turns to ash in my hand
Black in my lungs
Eat
Feast
Maul my heart
Starving
For fire
For the black
I twist your fingers in my hand
Moon
Bright enough to shine
Until the sun forgets
To turn the trees green
And tells a time of shattered sunsets
In which I am alone on my doorstep
And you dance like a spirit of green