Calico crossroads sky
Strange reflections of a foreign sun
Strangely familiar, disconnected sense of memory
Feels newborn, old as the universe
And swimming. Playing the strings
Of a harp I cant remember, I feel as if
Some kinds of torture can eventually
Callus into luxury.
Ah, today I feel like jumping off a cliff
Or just biting into a raw beating heart.
I love you still, I really do.
The mouse’s door was black when I got the punch.
There was something there I guess I never got.
Perhaps I did and just forgot.
Its hard to sleep w/out your thigh.
& I want you now
Like a baby wants to die.