People are princes
They are revelry
The Skyscrapers scraping traces across clouds
The Bones where wings used to be

Resident people
Resonantly
Gasping, your mechanisms weary
Of wondering, of the want
For an end, for the gears to stop
And make sense
For primary colors on a soul’s fingertips
For God to be some river that never ends
For your Self to either matter
Or to never begin

Her every thought a dodecahedron flowering  
Creation contaminating inebriated genomes
Petty larceny
The moonlight freezes the starless creek

“I know… we’re just eternity”

I will leave on the bedside table my workout schudeule
and a catalog of Tiffany's winter inventory
and the social registry
I never return and she will sleep
with the candied apple smile glazed on her French cut face
and a trace
of Camille perfume
she must prickle in the ****
in some erectile phase dance step
her mother showed her even  before her first driving lesson.

The ****** ruckers ran through
the twilight I drew
outside the blue room I, collegiate ransacked and threw
into the glib, laughing mouth of the universe
let the damsels skew from stars
and reverent Catholic bars
the revenue of childbirth and sinew
of thoughts until men become the shrewd

I am dynamo hunkering
beneath twilight I overthrew
the tracks of singular adulthood
they cut through
forests of script and charter review
the blue red of every sunset lit
with the chemicals of regret
warm my fingers, my connection to this earth
the first prods I withdraw
with the demons hurrah
as tenement clubs, stained wood lungs and parchment.
I wish for every soul to be saved
by rite of regret

Red
Trunk-cated
Lungs and hums
Some looks she casts
Last me
The clapboard houses
Heave with Tuesday
Con vol UTED
We Bruise
Whisky and sherry
This planet, our cemetery
Carries our
Words