The stainless clockwork of my childhood
I was born with impossible skin
Life is a symphony until you hear it
And you set the typeface to Gin

Alcohol is the ignition of minutes
Every molecule burned to charcoal
Emotion is the universe unmasked
I regret the infinity of my Soul

Conversations neatly ironed
And folded between footsteps
Just where sunlight can’t seem to get
All words thud with the scud
Of our telemetry into earth
All heartbeats persist the precipice
She falls from

The universe hides as Emotion

Hydroxy-engine ******
is
Scientific lust
For TUNING the dust
We are correspondence
Letters and bills
And conversations in space
(radio telemetry windmills)
Our adverbs and extrapolations
Carting imagination
0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1
The clockwork of Delirium

I halve the flesh for leaf
And regret and retreat
This is Divinity; seize
What words He gives
And you are a Soul
And will never cease
Milky Novae, a ****** reborn
when you end breathing
Genesis, Revelations
Endocrines endocrines.  
Or molecules that sin
Tithe the seed, breede; bleed
Hatred and war
From digesting protein
My body
For the remembrance of me

Nouveau ****
Wreck the Cassiopeia
I am  molecules
And they disclaim me
The Christ shift of laughter
Days plane the hereafter
We think our words move us
But Gravity still curses
Genesis, Exodus; Psalms
Our cells persist a diluted song

Time is all rocks and stones
And the flesh and bones
Smashed between them
Our fears and dreams
The lubricants
To actuate the planets
And Gravity
That weight clicking from
Our lives the seconds and breaths
From which we think we thrive
But Death is death is death.

The past casts light as a faint star on the edge of space
Reaching from the depths of depthless black
The Caretaker sifts fingers between  the soot
It’s my fault, He says.  And molecules can’t come back
It’s madness
The cobbler draws his eyepiece, selects a tack
History is a sheath of imagination tucked at the seams
Their words the clack of the planets on their tracks
Heaven is the never we forever grieve