all I do
is wait for you
what a sorry life
I survive

Stone pebbles
Rolling through skulls
Like fireworks
Speaking dead Latin tongues
To cigarette fingered teenagers
Progressive and hardly realized
Healed imagination to start.
Red and Blue lights ink
The shaman's circle
And green smoke fills iron.
Half clothed, half chilled
Waiting for the world to be.

patella moons
scapula wings
little plant, were you born in the clouds?
protect yourself from gravity
it will crush you into stardust

.                    .                               .                 .            
              ,                                  , ­                           ,
             /                                  /                               \                                 ­   .  
           /                                    a                               \                       
        ­   I                                cascade                        no                               .
        want                                of                 ­           wish                                 \   
       to see                              warm                         no                   
      a silent                            light                         prayer                                no
       choir                             radiate                         just                     .          thing          wave                              from                     ­       for                    /\           else
        and                                 the                             fun                   at           will
     curtsey                            corner                       candles             times         do
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I'll hold you in my heart
Until I can hold you in my arms
I'll cling to every word you say
And wish you weren't so far away

I'll kiss you softly whenever I can
Because I don't know when I will again
And who cares what the world thinks of us
When I think the world of you

So yes, perhaps distance is a drag
And yes, people can be too
But love of mine please give it some time
Because in time I'll be with you

if to let live
is all there is
then let me
live.

let me smoke till I can't breathe anymore / choke on the tar / lose the lungs / paint the esophagus an ivory black / draw with that charcoal / sketch my soul / illustrate it /

right onto
a canvas.

-let me make art
out of this.

fresh flowers
cold shower
pale skin
no power

dark skies
less spice
sad human
depressed nights

writing poems
loud echoes
hurting myself
same woes

leaves dance with ease
from the autumn trees,
and float delicately with the breeze.

a whirlpool of brown,
and faded green,
will all drift away not to be seen.