you are the moss
upon which i wish to lay my head in death
you are the mycelium beneath the earth
that i wish to devour me when I'm dead
you are the blue jay and the sparrow
and your songs will lead me to heaven

where does snow end and ashes begin
where is the brook, river or creek
and where is the caged waterway beneath the barren city street
littered with poison and dread
and all things unholy
where is the oak, ancient monolith of gods
and where is the creaking telephone pole
where does the robin soar
when there is no song in the wind
and what does rain kiss
when we are burdened with mud
what does the frog call her home
when the pond is crude oil
and to whom do stars smile
when the night comes unkind

where do we dance when the sky turns to black
and where do we love when steel comes to fly

what place can hope find
in the hollowed out shells
of her children
what courage is left
in the traitorous bones
of her muse

i say there's no god
i say there's no salvation
i say there's no perfection
but looking at you makes all of my convictions
disappear

might be going to the gym tomorrow
might be drinking beer at the cheapest bar
might take a coffee with a cigarette
or a bullet to the head
none of it is permanent
everything must fade in time
all colours turn pastel when sun gives love
and every river is an oxbow if you just let it grow old
and nothing but love endures
in the ashes of a heart once beating
and nothing but the warmth of company
can stand against the roaring fire of eternity

find love
or burn this whole place to the ground
and let the warmth of flame
fill the empty halls of your heart
let it rage and roam free
and put light to the oil that runs in your veins
never find solace
be at all times on the run
the valley is vast and eternity long
let rivers flood
and wildweeds drown in their endless lust
let the nightwood wisps show you where to lay your head
between the mosses and spring blossoms
listen to the rain and to the wind
and what the willow has to say
give space for the lonesome loving robin
to roost between your ribs
and hum the melody of your rushing lungs

we lay awake
not quite yet dreaming
our bodies trembling
in the sacred rhythms of the earth
with twilight at our feet
a single breath
I submerge myself completely
into the river of your body
and it is like spring has come so soon
the flood awakens
and your cold waters bathe
the grasses, the wildflowers and the weeds
upon our lips, a rosebud each,
opens up in prayer to the sun
and into one another
moss grows to cover up our bodies
we rest for every winter that will come

google drive kept telling me
it's not too late
month after month for years
succumb succumb
your memories at gunpoint
succumb, forfeit your money
i promise you'll be glad
it's all good faith
it seems i've waited far too long
kept saying it's not worth it
without a back-up plan
i thought i'd never need it
but now i'm lost out in the hills
and i've lost something here
and i don't know what
no memories remain
i plead to you great corporate god
above, below and omnipresent
return to me all memories
that i've held dear
i'll give you all my money
i'll betray to you my flesh
take it take it great corporate god
return my memories to me