Old skin,

I swore,
I would not make

But here I claw
In all my flaking majesty...

Some sordid Lord
of  all Misrule,

a gruelling fool
inglorious

anathema
to pitiful anatomy...

the shape of a moment
your geometry in bloom



the Real Thing
is finding out

is being what
happens


is Here .

the falling
is all too
easy

the sphere of the electron cloud
steps down

into

release .


this will fit into the corner of the basket of my words ,
but is not exhaustive
of

work

my wings hurt in this world

in the other, my throat

A lost soul was
searching the crying body of fusion.
Do you know some things?

A slender pain of wind
bids you a farewell with a touch.
Your lips were mortified.

Sugar corrupts you,
not salt. We suffer comparatively.
The first love was alive.

Don't live on me.
Be kind O first god, when a man
breaks, the world changes. I scream.

Let the religion be
redefined. No need of violence.
I feed the ants to get peace.

Sometimes the myth
of love shatters. Immensity must
rise. I am creating mercy.

The question is, why
does one die? I catch the flying words.
Mortality takes care of the curtain. Drama ends.

The heart speaks, after
the clouds. Rainbow comes. The
edge sharpens for kindness.

The renegade wants to
come back after the war. Religion may
not agree. Where was the god?