The satellites parted, opening as her King stepped down onto the rings of Saturn. They'd meet like this each night, the Love gravitating her spirit towards Him. No telescope nor spaceship could ever come close to witnessing, the beauty of the eye of the beholder. And he beheld her. In the palms of His hands. His presence like oxygen, his tears like the guilt of life weighing down her back. The Stars danced for only her, and the sun only shone to come up and kiss her pale cheeks.    A father does whatever he can to make his little girl happy. But sadly I'm stuck on the earth, lighting my window on fire. Watching as the screen burns out. Thinking of the bruises along my back. A father is suppose to do whatever he can to make his little girl happy. One day I'll break your jaw, so I'll never have to see it clench up again, as you scream your worthlessness into my ears. I wish I was the reason that there was rings on Saturn.

Whispered shivers, laughing lingers,
Uncomfortable silence,
I don't even know you,
My favorite bent photograph,
I use to sleep with as a kid,
You with a beer ****,
Under my pillow broken shells,
So maybe I could reach you from the sea.

Hospital haze,
sick previously for a couple days,
6am bed ridden,
Ma'am you're dying,
Apostrophe re,
The pain in your chest,
Sinking feeling in your stomach,
It's not in your head, not in your head.

I plaster memories over faces,
Distant places in the present,
I dominate the room with the constant regrets,
Of yesterday 1978,
I pull the liquid thoughts,
Of what I can & cannot do,
Overlap it weighing,
Out the good & the good,
Don't tell me who I am,
You've got no right to be dating,
I'm your mother you'll do as I say,
Paper rain; origami,
Mailing needs to go to the vet today,
Today,
I'll have to dig her up out of her grave,
Today,
Tomorrow,
Yesterday,
Here & now,
I plaster faces over memories,
Room full of strangers could be enemies,
Get out of my house,
Get the hell away from me,
Daughter, brother, uncle,
Who are you,
It's hard being 20 when you're 93...

Waking moments
bring insecure pain
a Lycian soundtrack
to the constant rain
forever haunting the silence
sugar-coating the lies
with normalcy & compromise.
Still, I long to fear
   I hunger for fire
   to bring it near
   burning white beneath my skin
   sensations of living
   I miss within.
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The last time I saw McIntyre
he was missing his face and choppers.
I think about him all the time,
traces of him linger.
I still have our bunker pictures.
That's how I want to remember him,
when he had skin with whiskers
and a full set of teeth.