it seems
i have no now
as now might be...
but have only the dregs
of past apathy...
i have no thumbs
but only the *** crumbs
of our dead fight
actually..

i crumble
in the first place...
but love's dust
is more god.
i'm well lit... but dark still...
and you have your cadavers
sparkling
in the bright dim
of our chosen
incantation...
as wide as " out there "
but As null as
" Been There "

and That is the Price of one Kiss.

Tomorrow, for the first time
is a new
forever.
a dreamt yes,
indeed -
the
bleeding spleen
of
any and every
endeavour.

a choice bit
of numb.

in the
rupture of our
complete demise...
with wings
distended...
the sky
Now
more earth
than above
it.

more
constant
than another
word...

to doubt
it.

but Life's about
how it was -
to love without
It.