Crows creep in
Leaving little footprints
On your satin skin

He is in love with questions
And the lilting world of words,
With the fabric of philosophy
And the taste of fresh ideas.

He is in love with the smell of green
And the shifting sands of dreams,
With the hunt for profound moments
And the hunger-lust for purpose.

He is in love with his books
And the zodiacs cross the planet,
With patterns of chain reactions
And the way we cog and gear.

He is in love with pools of stardust
And fanciful notions of theory,
With darkness, deep and coveted
And the fabric it is made from.

He is in love with one who left
And the poisoned past he bathes in,
With being perpetually lonesome
And floating twixt life’s sabulous banks.

He is in love with memories, and the universe,
And nobody else.

With my choking heart, I’m grasping at dust,
And I am in love with him.

Call a                          doctor/ plumber/ priest
My heart is               broken/ leaking/ deceased
My life is                   worthless/ so much better/ over
I'm going to              **** myself/ tell your wife/ Dover
How could you         leave me/ not know/ lie?
I hope you                return my stuff/ come back/ die
I'll never                   forget you/ forgive you/ go away
I need                        closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay
Your                           face/ crotch/ top of your back
Is                                so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack
Your                           ex/ mother/ best friend from school
Always made me      great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool
I will                           miss you/ **** you/ stalk you forever
That way we can      be friends/ get away with it/ be together
I'm sorry                   you did this/ I did this /we failed
I promise to               pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't               leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call

(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all.....)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

******* you and your beautiful ******* music.
My heaven, now my hell.

Bass drops.

Heart stops.

Trebled tears.

Your soul floats in Slow Motion.
Your face appears in the Midnight Train to Georgia.
You shot Bambi, Paul.
Every day Feels Like Rain.
I Get Overwhelmed.
I'll never again see you in the Morning Light,
Never again in Luckenback, Texas.
If You Keep Leaving Me,
Every melody begins to Grow Old.
Who knows if This Too Shall Last.
He's Never Failed Me Yet.
I'm Not Okay (I Promise).
There's A Tear In My Beer.
How long do I have to Wake Up Alone?
So much Pain.
You might be Gorgeous, but this is Delicate.
Tiny Dancer, you Lady, You Shot Me.
Would you even care If I Die and Slip Away?
All I Could Do Was Cry.
I've Got It Bad And That Ain't Good.
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?
A Long White Line?
When can I Pass the Vibes?
I want some Real Love, Baby.
Guess I'll get In The Waiting Line.
Maybe you're not my Destiny.

******* you and your beautiful ******* music.