lay me out as your clothes,

ever closer to you than me were the threads.


lay me out as your clothes,

a soul guarded with those colors to fade.



write a short, folded sorry
hidden in this pocket,

before you
lay me out
as your clothes.

dont want do nuthing

asylum in stead

smile at pendewlum

as it striking my head


with itchies so passing

i roll down my sleaves

as tree stuck in No Spring

i want
take my leaves

She, was very attractive.
I was a bet, very safe.

Ego and fear
are the poorest
foundations.

Married,
but never
engaged.

The bandiferd spots
Mark the afterglow dots,
The fervor that hangs in the throes.

I've often jang-herdled
The silk left uncurdled,
My comes and agains have their goes.

I've left the lust listless,
And appleseeds restless,
My truths are not something she blows.

The cherry's well-fallen,
And I've all but forgotten,
The chastities I never chose.

the sun sat long
over the horizon
this afternoon

as it lowered,
I sought to
bury and mourn
a partnership

the sun touched
the low rim of the sky,

I allowed myself to ache,
and tried to hold it, to keep it,
but
my eyes closed into vermilion
as I felt burning, and dissolution

I opened and stared directly at the setting sun.

I felt the words,
"You have to let her go.
I will find you another."

the light did not burn as it fell away

listen to me sleep,
    and maybe
I won't fade away.

but that's what I
should have,

                    said yesterday.



       I'm the whistle,
    you're the hum.


and neither of us,

  
               know the words.

I am a tree
who's been pierced by another.

There are heavy tangles.


I have a voice,
but no sight.

Where am I?
Where is she?


Our roots share many stones.

And at my finest,
there is only water,
and sunlight.