your love is too tainted
[by the memory of a boy
who will never be more
than a memory]
to give anybody else.

Even in the dark clings meaning
“It’s all futile,” is all she’ll tell me
But she’s still floundering
Along this midnight coastline
What we perceive is so unreal
Fragmented realities
We fill the blanks, all unknowing
That we create our own cells
I wish she heard me the way
I imagine myself heard
This is all but impossible

Blessings fall from unknown lands
She tore down these stubborn walls
To wake me from depthless dream
I breathe deeply of her scent
And so bittersweet savor this
Breath of sea mist and beggar’s grave
She speaks novels with silken touch
The danger lies in returning back
Staying thoughts of easy death
The temptation seems so clear
She resists and trudges on

I let her once again flee
Thinking it a diversion
But never from my window
Shall I see the shore again
She visits still, sporadically
I recount my doubtful suffering
She nods as if she understands
But they took her tongue and hands
The grief in me comes naturally
As I begin to weave a tale  
To feed the future my lies

Always ask or you shake eternity
Manipulating rips of your bare life
The womanless milk is picture TV
Why this when our heads foretell
Only wanting
Luscious delicate urge
Stare at the true wind spray
And their produce is bitter iron
How you go must flood lies from power
Let a thousand frantic madmen
Whisper gorgeous smooth chocolate
Stop, leave, ache worship void within
I say you will cry & fall beneath
They sleep under the blood sun
Like lazy enormous sausages

The world’s light shines, shine as it will,
The world will love its darkness still.
I doubt though when the world’s in hell,
It will not love its darkness half so well.

I should have been a creature with one claw
Snatched up newborn from the ocean floor
My song the scream of water through my shell
**** to buy and little more to sell
I would have paused to blink my one good eye
I would have heard the universe’s sigh
My song the scream of water through my shell
And no more than a minute spent in hell