Life, quite simply, will not leave me alone
Can you count the iridium?
Maybe labor over the poetry
Of stars far gone to infinity
They aspire and they are gravity
Becoming humans at my door, regretfully

Euclidian rain dilapidated the sultry
The restful pull of Humanity
Separating the heavy stones of sin
From the face of sanity
We are what begin when
Time decides to breathe again
“Here is a scene that keeps playing in my head
It is sunburnt, the air is dead and the honeysuckle fries
As this car glides to a bleached shack.  
And I know that ****** means I can’t go back”

Gravity, gleaning from me the symphony  
Of where everyone squirms to be
The acts that fall between
Our splintering personalities
The actors* never land and
Murderers grind into stardust
The soul unstrung will wreck
No weight pulls harder than lust

Hours sour with humanity seizing
The sump pump of the universe
Dissolving another poet
Yet the rivers never reverse

The detonation of the human being
We are the universe when it is seeing
what becomes of light in the grasp of gravity
I long for when things were elementary

Endeavor is the weather
Of the human mind
Torturing reason
And Razing in kind
It is the embarkation
Of the human spirit
That itself an element
To **** what draws near it
Animal and plant to rot
Beneath rhetoric from towers
The human endeavor is
God’s deadliest power

The universe,
The howling mad scatter
Of an infant screaming
God renegotiating the value
Of our believing
We are digestible and fleeting
We are comic debris
Breathing, seething
Recreating the stars
With the fusion of drinking
Whiskey, *** and fluoxetine
The anatomy of a fire
Is the human being

The thunder of the Undone
Strikes flint against kerosene soaked lives
REVIVE
The strive that counter balances the heartbeat
****** my lethargic hands into the heat
Birds are the ability for chemistry to seek
Weather is meat slung from the bone
Writhing language lashed against teeth
Beat this misspent life to stone

Darwin carts the wind from the eaves
Those Dark, bent constellations we hone
Into the annals of the horizon; our keep
Is where Time and Gravity are sewn

She is the solar reign
Hers is the birth and the death
Of fantasy, religion, and acclaim
My universe laughs with every breath