Cold candle
Forgotten word
Minstrel maid
Made of cake frosting and
Snows winter lasting

I told her to wait
She said she couldn't stay
Her love was a forgotten battlefield
Strewn with bullet casings
And fields we couldn't till

Out on the moon struck landscape
With memories we couldn't escape
We talked over plans never to be fulfilled
And of soldiers
Born to be killed

I couldn't look her in the eye
I couldn't say her name
She'd done things to me
That would never set me free

Allow no substitute
For love or lack there of it
A hollow moon is rising
And the tide
Is far from ever abiding

Catch me by the willow train
See me underneath the entranced stars
Enter me near Plato's last words
Smell the rotund spin
Of a life bent on curdling

Obtuse soul form near the last light of life
There's no need to be wordless
There's no need to live your life in strife
I've got the cure, no need to fear
You know I'm close, you know that I hover near

Dear street heart:
I've got your hand in mine
There's no need
To think about time
Every second passing
Is but a riddle drenched in rhyme

We have our pens to write
We have our tools to mold
See the acid skyline
Melting with the ***** stench
Of our kind

I can't take the sense of this place no more
What are we waiting for mi amor?
The last train to nowhere,
Or the place we know that doesn't exist
To our core?

Use my love
Take me granted
Steal my desire
Take my name
Call me sire

The last arrow was never shot
All bets are off
Once the words start
Ms. Daisy laughs as she pushes
Her overflowing cart

Apricot proletariat
Smelling of dew drops and wine
The dust never settled
On the dead daughter of the caste
Who could they get
To ever replace you?

Pinch me
Because I'm more beautiful
Than the cup in front of me.
Punch me
For I'm so uplifting
The cops can't even touch me.

She can't see
She can't feel the Earth below
The only thing
She thinks about
Is her left big toe

Can't we be the people we wished to be?
Can't we be the dreams we said we'd be?
Our answers are as elusive
As the poison
We drink ourselves to death with

Kissing hand
Forgetful frame
Each painting
Is a live unwilling
To be tamed

There's no string woven
Through the
Cloth of my life or yours
See your structure
And destroy it

Dead angels blink
As they sigh and think
Sympathizing with fault
Was your mistake
From the start

Still breeze over a torrented lake
What you've got to live for
Is everything you wish to put at stake
Sad eyed darling
Obsessed with the magazine husband
And the white picket fence starlet

I can't tell you how to live
Or would I ever want to
There's too many cracks in life
Each road a calling to listen through

Never a dream
To high for the steam
There's no top
That doesn't have the cream

Ain't it just like the morning
Like a lost graveyard in the sky
Too far for any kind of mourning
To turn you on your heel
And make everything that once was real
Into a curved zest of intangible zeal

I asked her for a light
And she gave me her heart
I knew I was in trouble
Right from the very start

No need for sleep
When you've got the keep
Of a hundred
Cold shoulders too willing
To brag
Of its own self-entitled misery

Oh'
These thoughts are like
Stray fire:
Too many,
To much;
Killing for the

Sake of dying.