How many more murders will we grieve in this dark night?
Dog bites and sound bytes
Debris from bomb kites...
Death and destruction on all sides
Whilst they watch from hot air balloons
Hollow-heartedly high
How many more surreal acts lie?...
More backing down
Staying out
Safe and sound in the parachute blot of a blasted cocoon as it sinks to the ground...

They are not real
They are acting
They are all pretending
Nobody is looking
But everybody’s watching
You don’t know them
You never will
Your storyline is set
Don’t go in for the ****
Don’t try to find out
It makes them angry
Don’t try and meet the horizon
It isn’t real
Nothing is real
It is for their entertainment
That you were born
It was all planned
It was all staged
I repeat. They are pretending.
You’ll never be free.

he would lie on the cliffs

  the forbidding peaks,
  dark and sinister, reaching out
  rousing the old

  horror loomed
  whose boundaries no prophet might fix,
  leaping through open windows at night

  the most grotesque deaths
  had been reported —

  but this
  was not the dense pall
  of mystery —

he had turned,
could no longer be restrained — Hope
fell through the cyclone-whipped dark

  foliage wilted

  all that survived
  had to be shot

I can feel you when I speak,
see your face in every wall—
like I know you’re there,
even when you’re not,
as the one I dream of.

Powder rooms with a flower stall,
you’re inside my head,
dancing back and forth.
Were you always here,
and only ever lost,
as the one I dream of?

Lover, no—
I can’t pretend
I’ve ever seen this horizon blue.
My heart tastes your scent,
feels the color of you,
in this dream
where you love me too.

She sits opposite, devouring me with a delirious gaze through her fingers,
Remembering and honoring,
Not a day passes,
I am all in my efforts to cut the twisted cord binding tomorrow and yesterday,
A sticky thread of ****** saliva stretches from lips to the gravestone,
She is motionless,
Pitifully insignificant,
She is the opposite of everything natural.

I do not heed her howling,
Do not sacrifice myself in the name of love,
I do not want to know the details, I do not want to have her weaknesses,
I will wipe from the earth all coincidences, all omissions,
Misunderstood and inaccurate,
She does not dare to leave,
Afraid she will make a mistake and everything will again turn out tragically.

I will gouge out my eyes so as not to see her tears,
I do not wish to think that she suffers in earnest,
Too biased, too ugly,
There is no one here, it is time to quiet down,
But she looks without blinking, as if hoping that this beast in me will disappear.

There is no reason, and no time,
Study as much as you want the rainbow facets,
And there is no one here,
The reddish light will vanish, perish,
But she stands her ground.

To look
to study
to let it consume you
it takes over your life
every waking hour
it all you can thing about
and then, without notice
somthing new and
Oh wow, it's a ******* fish!

Bury my phone under the maple tree.
Do not unlock it.
Let the passwords rot my teeth.
Let the wind lift the dirt in small spirals above it
so anyone passing by feels the urge to walk faster.

Keep the bracelets.
Keep the letters in the wrong order.
Let my poems splinter across languages
until no one can tell what happened first.

They will plant my voice in the garden
and water it with salt,
never admitting they were the ones
who taught me to bite.
They will leave flowers at the door
and pretend they never nailed it shut.

They will drop my name in the brown-thick lake
and watch the fish stop swimming,
like an old car battery, or a dead dog,
and it will feel like both,
depending on the sun.

They will drag my words ashore, gut them for parts.
They will build a church from my mouth,
hang my jawbone above the altar,
and pray it never speaks again.
I will kneel with them,
smiling with my empty mouth.

They will say the work was too sharp,
the girl inside it dangerous,
and never admit they handed her the knife.
They will polish the handle,
wrap it in velvet,
and wonder why she carried it everywhere,
as if it wasn’t still dripping.