an ode
i pray
at this break
of day

**** me
i ask
chaste
but vast

no need
to jolt
it will be
a fine revolt

family ties
stripped away
but only by
the break of day

morrow comes
hollow does
tricky look
sign the book

the heaviest part
the day so long ahead
again, i think, alone
and they laugh
silly, be okay with it
and i've been

eyes open
an empty bed
it seems
i know me
i've found me
i learned me

not enough
ghosts shout
that door still waits
undiscovered
be you, just be you
silence

but why?
i've broken
my body has forgotten
touch
smell
taste

morning shouts
rays golden
preparing
greeting the day
knowing
shine girl, just shine

woke early, too early
and thought of your power
its back, i hope
cool still, but the disconnect

funny, last night
youth, innocence, ignorance
craft beer about
and you

that war i spoke
it was all blood and death
and they smiled
i wanted you to know

today is busy
art has eaten me up
seder last night
and here i am, the catholic

my black soul, drinking
syrup it tastes
and i can't, i'd rather not
i'm lost

the table huge
and they put me at the end
i try to hide
but they see it, that **** light

it's a draw you know
transparent, though i shield it
sunglasses and bare face
and still, it persists

i'm laughing
my bare soul pressed
and these eyes
whose are they?

always tool long
i go, it's frustrating
i know
i'm sorry

******, again, the apologies
you do it, we laugh
yours is different
and my foot that morning

hearing the restraint
your voice, and i hate myself
i see your eyes, turn down
feedback masked as criticism

i'll try, you must too
it's a minefield
i've not the supplies
alone

Axiom does not lie upon the
plush bed of the words I've said.
It doesn't flourish under influence of the
flowery texts I've written.
Axiom does not fully exist behind the
actions I've deliberately displayed.

It is ingrained within the subtle folds,
inexplicable nuances
and playful innuendos.
It is present in the lull you find in between
fleeting memories and faltering heartbeats.
It is scored into the unlyricised songs,
sung when our breaths do meet.
It's in the unplanned gazes that
stray into nothingness
only to be caught by yours.
It's evident in the void... The silence we've shared
without ever feeling awkward.

Axiom...
Is the fall that you had anticipated
only after having taken the leap.
It's that feeling of not knowing where the bottom is
but yet still certain that you are safe.

Axiom is...
My unseen heart as it beats hard
for none other than you.

buttercup,
he said

i'm back
and hungry,
drank too much ***
and want to talk art

laugh, of course, i do
i miss you
i want you to come here
i want us to laugh

please, let's write together
our dreams, they won't wait

i will, in time
summer is near
we'll eat fish and swim
the universe feeding us

but now, please
it's growing
i'm weak

call me a goy, i'll laugh
while that heart-shaped
crescent moon presses
my collarbone, tender
your beard rough

soon, we've waited centuries
already
time just circumstance

of course, but promise
no tricks
we'll not burn it
there won't be matches