Atop our corroding
roof, the sage rasped:
I did not know
until the classic anatomy
of my blue jay's wish
had evolved to match
its sedentary lifestyle.

I'm supposed to run
When you harvest red roses
With scissors
But their blood was mine.
Only war paint conceals
The faded spots your lips
Have left on my smile.
You will comprehend your sickness
When I desperately  moisten
My flaking fingers with the spoils
Of your wounds.

Enraptured by our sinful freedom,
we worshipped the moment.
The wolves of wisdom at the heels of
our frolicking hares.
They haven't caught up yet,
don't hesitate.
You admitted you love her
but your eyes were flooded with my own.
How could I speak
when my dreams were materializing.
You grabbed me when I had never kissed before.

*******, words constricting
Woke up, wrong place to live in
Now I find myself hustling
But I can't keep from tossing in
My bed at night
Don't want to breathe and I've got to fight
With all my might crack the walls
And shed some light
On the wrong side of the long night persisting
Inspite of our Hollywood vinyls
And pop star idols
'cause at midnight they bite us
And drink our love.

Imagine work paid off  
And you're never laid off, rough appearance
Won't make them scoff
What if tough heights didn't last long
Or burn so strong, didn't scar your tongue,
And good fun wasn't modest
Like Bollywood's hottest
We'd live the lives loudest
That we could be proudest of.

We forget it all, they've set it small
Well we're all not tall, we just bend down
Let them move your limbs in any given position
Because life's only
A luxurious possession after all.

My eyes burn with anagrams
and anecdotes.
I am alone but my head
is hosting plenty
telling me to stop,
to go, to change,
to know.
I don't,
because outside the wind whispers
hush.

We are alone here
in the company of life,
where the skies all fill with water,
drench our aching bones
to nourish greener pastures.

We are alone here
in the company of light,
where providers stroke our shaking hearts,
relaxing roots around our father's holy limbs.

We are alone here
in the company of song,
where pure breathing hum in chorus
to forget our concrete legacy.

We are not wanted here—
            the last of us
in the company of peace,
where avenging beauty dances
as the rightful heir regains her throne

and we remain alone.

I hold my breath in darkness

Crack
Tick.  Tick.  Tick.

And let it go.
He must have come a long way

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Click.

He must have sensed
The only warmth laid out for him

Creeeak
Tick... Tick...

Acrid loss hangs low in the air
Damp claws ***** my toes

Inhale

And he drinks
Come to redeem blood lost

Silence
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Creeeak
Click.

My foot runs over the aging scabs

Exhale

I sink back into slumber