The star’s last breath is
Everything of consequence, it’s
The matter man scattered
Into leaflets of title
And the flowers along the drive
My car idles and
The sun shakes in the rear view mirror
Every step the discarded symphony
That keeps time with her
The cancer is God and he grows nearer
My heart

The momentary sunset conducts what
Words find the airwaves between
Those seconds I awoke and was aware
Of the atmosphere, still just a dream
The math of desire, of conjuring
What overturns regret and Mother Nature
The simple clockwork of my hunger
Time distilling the heart’s legislature

Poetic astronomy:
the clash of living on stars
counting rhyming bars
alighting the gravitational pull of personalities,
the reason for trees,
the need to bleed.
I Let Time ruin everything.  

God is the key in which we speak.
What eeks between His heartbeats
A Childhood seen from the knees
All Memory is me deceived

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