Trees out my window. So barren and chipper. As if I could almost taste the death. Taste their eyes on my person. Their wraithing edges. Their aging systems welcoming like *****. Splatters. Across all fronts. To conjure the oh so sweet milk of air. The dusty platitude of forgiveness. Sight the faces so smug. So lucrative. So tiny. As the weaving sits bined. And the yellowness unwindes. Trees out my window stand gladly.
Sin what he asked for. Said his head was broken. Only baptized needle in his vein. Started seeing stars lit. Only when closed. Saw the nebula. Rusted with violet. Saw his love. Open. Saw nothing. In nothing. Gone.
Surged in the ecstasy. Catacombs she asked. I don't know where I'm going. Where's going being gone without Taken. Towards the other side. Broken on through with leisure leaving trails. And with the lover asking picture. Moving languid. Under the shirt.
& Like the life previous. I sense them once more. Clawing at the inside of my brain. Turning. Everything. But the floor. They wine in cancerous heat upon my door. & Leave my wall into a galaxy of a corpse.
On fire in the front row. And her kiss had to throw me.
You've lost all you've caught. & what you've got is not your senses. Not your lights. Not your couch. Not your fences. Written on your face. Says all is nothing. & tasteless. What's it to grace. & hope. When your atoms greet the pavement. From a thousand feet up.
Sailing slow on tan sands. Knowing this is nowhere. But everywhere next to me. To keep me company. Parade fires in a phantom night. Crowned love beating all. Only act existing. Guitars. Drums wailing proudly. Mountains greeting the stars. With shelter under swaying pines. Lasting only for the night. Only for the night.