Claws,
  wounds,
deep,
   screams,
points
    and
   shadows
     or
     silhouettes
      of past ones;
  blood -
   crusting over your lies,
truth?
delusion,
disillusion,
polluted
  drops
   projected
into the wrong
  cup of sorrow -
further,
pinching
  a little stronger;
how it burns
and spreads -
  those little embers
   scattering like
  a cancerous angst;
claws,
  wounds,
deep,
   screams -

   one on top of the other;

  Raven will
  find no shelter
  for you inside,

               we keep the dogs
                     out back
                 now-ah-days

   much love,
      my sweet

Ink drying
as my well self
realizes how much
I mean this
  need this -

the weaving,
                  the bleeding;

                                     the needing
            dampening future happiness
         each step tripped backwards;

    like the sounds you hear
                               or feel
                  when there's only silence,
                             or truth
                               to settle in
                             with the mush
                                    or pile
                                       or illusion,
                                          dream
                                        of something that
                                            came too soon -

  things I don't need
  anymore;

            My tear jerking
                            Prince,
            reaching, mmm,
                      a push too far
          
          without reason
             or real love
              enough to
             set me free -

   release me
     from these dark clouds
      of your little,
           play-dream;
  
          plucked your last pedal;

   tasmanian devil
    fiddling with my grace;

    How cruel have I been
                     in your deepness?

    I want you, baby,
                 but I need you not

             to keep this steady pace;

     deeperdeeperdeeper
        in not being afraid
         to sleep in this empty house
             we built together -
                 but dare I
               pull myself out?

                                               God be with you, too.
          
                                   Cold and dry.

principle -

a little piece
  of something much bigger,
     belonging to both
                         halves
                           crumbling in rather,
              suddenly, opposing desires
                for an unknown everlasting;

     never-casting
       lines of the unconscious-

   whimpers after a deliberate strike
    bleed so
               much
                  more than
       all the possibility
         of sadness
          in these softened cracks,

     in the subtextual
       slips monopolizing
         our silence;

   possibility  I wouldn't know -

           tell me, babe,
        please tell me when this
                sigh is over

            that you've fallen
                              in
                              in
                              in
                              in
                              in
                              in
                              in
                              in
                              in
                              us

a stitch,
   tingle, tingling
               twinge -
   oh my, my choler,
                my choler
      don’t let me be the last to know,
   I beg;

     livid in its nature,
      discolored by the bruising -
       in the beasts of things;

                wrath.
such a heavy tone for this indignation
or
your denseness; dolt

neverthelesser,

I’ll vent my spleen
‘til you’ve vanished back
into that bathroom I found you in

****** if I'm through,
****** if I do
stick around to
   let you feed on me,
   see all the gold turn to green,
           o r
this apparent love
turn to mean
something
a little stronger,
perhaps, last a little longer
than those cold, stygian nights
in some stranger's bed,
all those times you could've not
played with my head,
but yet, instead,
you did,
then you'd fib
and say you didn't mean,
oh, but I've seen it -
the dark in you, too,

play(th)ing; whatcha thinkin'?

I've unpacked myself
for you
and the wolves in your logic,
I've unset myself
for the second
I could see it again -
and those wolves concurring with your logic,

I found you hiding in the mirror,
creature of the lion's share,
drowned you in all my care,
                             my love,
a heart without sufficient sleep,
you tell me -
what was I supposed to think?
you made it so easy,
but how it got within me
I'm afraid to know,
was 'fraid to go
into the light without you,
but as I please -
I'll just
keep
going

i,

fell in
         two
every single
******* ripple
superior to the delusion,

still, still,

I'll run this time
And never come back

I'll run this time
and never look back,
        never wish to ,
            never need you
              
                                again.

beat after beat,
      enchanting my running feet;
    silver echo,
        left over from the silver city,
           rattling
     my heart's desire
   closer and closer to yours -
    
       vibrating
          underneath all that we have yet to say,
          under the tongue of Mercy,
            and I can't get out
   won't, don't wanna
   scratch another surface;
   just can't, don't wanna
   love a different stroke-

strip me of that freedom, babe,
   I want you to
strip me of that fear,
that memory of what I had
and what I lost -

   my heavy heart
     ripped through the lace,
       changed, flipped it, put us inside the space
- but I'm on my (bleeding) knees,
                            (pleading)
           asking for seconds,
           asking for you to look at me once more,


    The game is over,
       you've already saved me.