i think i shall die
that there is a rose in my lips–
the sea everywhere
and the barely sound
of washing over
the sand
it.

her mouth becomes smoke
says, "                     ."
(outside a bar;
somewhere there is a siren
mutely i remember my
hands and putting them
into my pockets)

curls and splits
up into quickly
nothing vapor

between 2 cherried
lips–dissipating.

(it is hard and quiet
from the alleyway
smoothness emerges
a cat )

into which bathes
the earth in neon

and the night yawns out
into starlight warm air
and
the thick smell of jasmine
and beer

what death is this tha' comes so gay?
where cloven cut
by hill cleft
and tree split                               splay

the rouge and copper splendor
o' hulking an' bended                   day.

to crisp in shafts of molted light
a dying which eclipses sight;

and pushes press to pollen build
where night is crept and flower filled.

such dark is bright and wants for sleep,
and calls my mouth to want to keep
all noise of lip in coiled flower
and root my soul in soils deep.

where your lips meet

       (unmeet)

     :

there is day ;

there is night    .

a something quietly poem does

touching through new lips
sound and says

a something slim
wristed glasses hair
darkly which bunch
around the shining edge

of her cheek

(moon scarred by hard youth) perhaps

which makes me smile
suddenly without
thinking to smile

.

blue inside feels:
rough from the
groove up shaven
closely to fresh
air stings over cool

–skull and neck;

where i wish
my hand could become

a certain smoke
of tense opaqueness

unfolding a flower
in sharp city nights

the enormous groan
of my soul;

and sleep in your dark forest
a tactile brace of slender light  .

(   i               love                  you              will           never                know      )

i miss you are dead
somewhere
dead maybe

you were alive once
unknown
,but knowing  . how

like it feels to dark within
the instant upon looking
through wet neatness of
glass onto the rain

where a city is

and say, "because it stops for no one."