the man you thought
you wanted is on the ground
and nearly dead

with thoughts of
empty promises still
racing through his head

his time was running
down in numbers to
a timely end

crawling over to the
gutter he'd sing the
name of long lost friends

the echo would rain
reality on the dreamland
he was in

set fire to the statue
of you he erected
in passionate sin

you asked me here
to let me bleed and
writhe upon the floor

I've since forgotten
all those petty things
I loved before

you implore me to
substitute the cold
air in the room

that now lies empty
of memory & it is
now set in with gloom

you need somewhere
to stow away your
sickness and grace

you want to feel like
the muse, flower
petals on your face

a work of art that must
be exposed in some
dangerous place

to juxtapose
all of those whom
love will not embrace

I know too well the
doom and gloom
conspiring with the moon

I feel fate now frowning
and the feeling
start to loom

& I'll never understand
the way you manage
to twist that knife

I'll bleed to death with
a sense of warmth deep
somewhere inside

I'll relieve that breath
of relief from the
torment in my mind

I'll be the awful thing
your soul needs
at this point in time

A wind roars with the sounds of night. Leaves swirl with the commotions of human movement. All the familiar maddening noise of sirens, horns, hammers infinity. Everything flashing. I sample conversations of people passing through. All of them going somewhere in lines beneath road lights. They speak in tongues and walk rushed in orange vapor with no stars above. I am still, taking delight as an observer to such modern chaos. Tangled between some shadows there is beauty all around, unnoticed by most. The fear spreaders laugh in their towers and their minions do as they're told, chained to a righteous notion. But we know better and new loves bloom in our eternal fields. The seeds we spread are those of understanding, knowing it starts here, together. We stand at the basement level of heaven, looking for a ladder to the stars while radiation leaks and smoke stacks rise. As the world shrinks our ideas grow like lights forming in the ether. Gender, race, origin of birth -- all meaningless for we are one! Connected to the same source, the same void. Once realized, our potential lives in limitless bliss with no end looming.

waiting,
the sun drops below the highway
under the petrol station
beneath the parking lot
the man next to me keeps scratching himself
making small talk
I oblige him
the moon hangs above the strip mall
over the hillside
by the light post
I think about my whole life
in these moments
then the bus comes