I don’t remember how I first
fell in love.  The broken chemistry
making love across the scarlet skies.  
The shifting beats swaying over
scattered streams.  The half dead
curtains disappearing in silence
and failure.  Beyond the steel gray
skyline inside my soul, I could hear
the dying screams of shattered lovers
shuddering my heart into hammered
existences.  Cold air sifted inside
my tightened skin, hard cracking trees
twitching in the distance, offbeat leaves
hovering on nothingness, struggling
diction stained and stumbling.  Whatever
this love was inside my mind, the
half-remembered beginnings faded
and flushed, late-night kisses burning
in blackened ashes, walks on the beach
crammed and crushed inside closed
chambers, scorched climaxes wandering
away in shallow ponds.  And as I gazed
at the foggy streets, how brick buildings
sunk into darkened depictions, how various
vehicles drifted under waves, ******
alliteration breaking inside, I could feel
my muscles stretching between bare walls
and rotten pipes, every cell inside my body
slammed below bruised rivers.