Fresh peace paved onto the steeple of your memories
In the church of your lost belongings
I tasted scripture
But I need a stronger drink than God

My meaning in life dissipates
Within my lack of discovery
Place cells eradicating memory
Like forest fire

Drying blood on old teeth.
Poor old things.
A life of events, and nothing to say?
I love you -
I can say that
It's not fair -
I can say that
It happens everyday -
you could say that.
But not to me.
This is gritty.
This is salt in my eyes.
This is the devil,
popping my spline with a pin.
But
The Teeth
The Mind
The Hair
you are beautiful.
Red on yellow teeth,
that is my beauty.
A dull harsh moment
slow realization,
my last words
that I breathe, for you,
could only be,
that I'm sorry.

in the excitement
of your kiss
flowers and
dreams of
strange seas
lips of steel
dark shadowy
isles.

I'd like to walk and let the sky fall
Bountiful be the universes miracles
That crack open my skull
And paint the shattered white glass
Mercilessly the fragments of the past
The sacred secrets of the stars tremble and then echo
Until ringing to a roar at long last
I'd like to walk and let the sky fall
Then gifted with courage
to crack open my soul