I stand in front of you with a bouquet of brittle bones
that crumble in the grip of my trembling hands
and fall like grains of sand in an hour glass
One by one, they grace the floor by my feet
until I drown in all the broken yesterdays, sullen todays, and disheartening tomorrows--the love we once thought we knew

From the debris, I emerge naked and pure
like the Phoenix rises from its own ash;
creation from cremation
I look down to see those sad bones of mine
to find a hand in the midst, grasping for my own
Is it you or the previous version of myself--does it matter?

I woke up late at night
and I went into the room
I made the sacred gesture
as I entered in the tomb  
Well, it gets colder everyday
Perhaps I'll be there soon to stay

I woke up late at night
and I hadn't put it down
I knew somehow I'd fallen
but, I hadn't hit the ground
Well, it gets darker every night
The next may never bow to light

I woke up late in life
much maturer then I cared
I've known the answers and the problems
but the truth for once was dared.
Well, it gets easier every year.
You have to lean to live with fear

a love that i tried to reborn, to a man that once i adore.

you're only a year away from downing
i'll tell you now that i care
before i turn into a shipwreck
from your waves

bar lights and starry nights
my veins were aligned with
the wood of other hearts
and then i saw you

i looked two hundred feet down
to a world of spikes
painted on with dried blood
since it was where i had one slept

he smiled at a girl kissed by the moon
and wondered why she loved the stars
(fall for a galaxy
and you'll never find ground)

you're only a year away from drowning
and i'm just a shipwreck
waiting to be discovered

Stillness
A cocoon of mundanity
Built on concrete
And
The fossils of butterflies past

Driven by Benjamin
The cycle goes
Fermented hopes and dreams
Within a membrane of glass

But on the ground
Is where you'll see
All caterpillars may have the chance
To fly free

Nearing great compost pile,
that steamy heap,
insatiable hunger hits guts.
And I know fortitude for journey
is contained in wealth of
centipedes, predatory mites,
rove beetles, ants,
nematodes, protozoa,
and **** of wriggly worms.

Virgil waits for me, as he did Dante.
He takes form of a sowbug,
but with whole of worldly wisdom.
Shows me circles to which I will fall:
organic residues,
primary consumers,
secondary consumers
and further tertiary consumers.
An ancient pyramid decompositional
processes the scaling down
before the rising up. Each eating
excrement of another before them.

One I become with slugs and snails.
Invertebrates shred meat from bone.
Flies make airborne my bacteria,
carrying me off to feed birth of
future fungi.

I am reborn over and over.

Never more have I known
anything more Godly.
Intestinal juices of earth, enzymes
and other fermentation
taking me down,
pushing me out,
transforming trash of my existence
back to Eden.