Expressions lax at the crossroads.

Their worn tracks are like
little smiles (stained, muddied,
darkened) on evening's
soft purchase.

— I'm clutching dry lips
on these bleeding
little mouths.

— I'm remembering
to be as stars:

so closely far away from you.

Electric lights don't waver
Across your strings.
As if I played only to savour
your darker glances—my wings.

I am no landscape, my
droning, drowning
dearest.

I am no sanctity to your
touch, no sea to strangle your
pleading, endless eyes.

I am stone to grass,
I am inscribed,
I am memoriam.

I want your crimson—
envelop,
cling,
embody—

Like fractals to rub my hands
       over.

Kindling aplenty
as the snows set in.

light-rings:
they're double-rings,
they're doubled in light.

shadow-rings:

i'm thinking of Saturn,
i'm thinking it must be nice, to have colour.

i'm trying to breathe it in,
trying to let it settle in the
back of my mind, but i can't find a place

any place
no place

that's empty of me.

amass, the flesh.

we're just spinning brains
without a central axis.

and i thought that you would
steady me, i thought

you would expect more.