Some women marry houses.
It's another kind of skin; it has a heart,
a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.
The walls are permanent and pink.
See how she sits on her knees all day,
faithfully washing herself down.
Men enter by force, drawn back like Jonah
into their fleshy mothers.
A woman is her mother.
That's the main thing.

A worn out girl
beaten daily
by her dad
brother
boyfriend
fiancée
husband.

All of them.

The weight of the world is on her shoulders.

Like any other day.

step             off
down
         into
      blood red dust
                                    of
rusted dreamed
                    thoughts
     of steeled determintation
bought                  low by
                    times patient tick

word drought

                     poems        
                                      carcassed    ­      
                about   around
            where here
where                 ....ether

wade through and wade through
this vacant unloved space
           to sit under              
                                             ­                              the  ego skeleton tree
     here to listen
                     to the
    brain bone leavings
                  rattle and sough
in memorie's
             faint primative breeze
       as we  ......await the
..muse...all     monsooning..
  .. soothing         rain  
                                  fall
to come ... festooned....
         with the petrichor
                           fragrance of wild word blossoms and
              newly wrought  
                     thought blooms
until        then
                       i sit drooling,
driveled,
        words into shifting dust
destined to
              fly                     and
     flicker away
        on the
              next worlds sigh

fare well  good bye  adieu
               namaste

till again
              i await
              the soft feathered bliss
         kiss of rain

I’m just ready to fall over
To find myself in a shade of lost
So tired, melt into what nothing is
And reel in my fate

I can’t though, my death,
My greatest compromise
My bleeding heart, one that bleeds for all,
Raze and tear, my heart
Die and whither as you always have
And always will

But for now, just rest
Yearn for that peace,
But settle for living in a restlessness
Called rest
Just a slower pace
Slower, but always going
Until it stops

Until a wave of all I’ve ever hoped for
Comes to wash my experiences my thoughts
Just for some peace

You sleep when you don’t love
I love a lot

'bbbrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmm' an elevator rumbling a man inside up high a cable holding grinding rope steel shake shake so close inside a cell a man he's tortured too high he's claustrophobic too shiny in the box and the noise oh the noise shake shake it reminds him of late night tv shows and of syringes ashy smoke and of the faint breeze of a childhood quick to pass he finds himself older and now paranoid and sad high in a box grinding rope steel shake shake you box his daughter asked him 'why do you tremble when we watch movies?' bright and loud they scared him as does this cell something haunts him memory of the past it haunts him he has something to shy from as do you too

and what is it like, dear?
being so in love,
being so convinced that she is all you desire,
that i am not enough to even be close to you anymore?

dont tell anyone
but i broke my promise
its been a few weeks now
but i remember that sunday night
i gave in to the voices.
the voices weren't even in my head anymore
nor were they my own.
sadly, they were my parents and my sisters
telling me that i am not gay and that
maybe if i get a nice boyfriend then
i could be normal.
i cut deeper then ever before,
relapse at its finest.
and i couldn't even help but
smile as blood trickled down my arm.
i am sorry, i really am. i went almost three whole months.
and then i lost it, i needed the blood,
i needed the feeling, i needed the pain.

i'll try harder... but i dont think i can keep anymore promises.