You couldn't feel that my cheeks were wet
When you kissed me goodbye
While I was still asleep,
Because that sadness was the morning rain
On your drive to work,
And you don't notice rain anymore.
I told you not to worry;
Rain is normal.

As a symbol
Of our endless love,
Ill shower you
In gifts.
Not little trinkets
Or things of expense
Something that you can
Remember my love by.
Something that will
Make you shed tears
Of happiness
With every gaze.
I don't know how long
My body will remain
On this Earth
But at least you will
Have that symbol
Of our love to remember me by.

Uniform mass of individuals,
With aphorisms and symbols they wield,
Sharply turning the wheel of history,
With different structure, different calamity.

Five-headed Dragon that is on the rise,
Bringing about its rebirth and demise:
Wholesome transformation as its only cause,
Ameliorative without a pause.

Ideals with violence that it must shield,
Enacted throughout its hierarchy,
With loyalty as its greatest prize.

Grinding everything betwixt its jaws,
The thirst of Humanity that it must slake,
To effectuate the Perfect State.

i didn't wear my hat, i know
i should have, but i felt rebellious
in some small way, i tried to cheat the day
and paid in tingling pain, sharp aching corners
and a strange sense of pride in my bones warmed me
until just the tips of my ears were left white, dead
yes, dead
but i felt alive

to be in danger and know it, to press on against the cold
to push forward into the wind, though before you is only white
to turn blindly into the storm, to accept the blizzard's strength
to guess what lies ahead in fear and still take the risk
this, to me
is courage

maybe i'm just talking about frostbite like some romantic wound
or maybe we're in danger, you and i
pressing on into the storm despite numbing fingers
smiles frozen, eyes watery
maybe we'll get frostbite in our hearts
but i think it's worth the risk

A fragile little rose
(It's always a rose)
Petals clinging on for life
(Are they ever healthy?)
Soon to fall to the ground
(Probably smoothly)
And be trampled underfoot
(I dare say it's a symbol).

I draw these letters
Alphabets I was taught
The day draws its images
The night will blow them over
Forever, they are mere words

Writing in the sand
Symbols do not return
They are invisible
For the rest of years
No one will read

Poems left unpublished
No one will read
Novels burnt before
Marketing, but writing
Is my way out, my music

And my bread, the milk
And wine of my loneliness
So what am I to do?
These poems sharpen
My emotions, they love me

Across the night
Where I am but a ghost
In the conjunction of stars
I drew these letters on
A white canvas, they are

More me than anything
Else I have or will own
They know me better
Than the women who come
And go in my life

I will tell them my secrets
Poetry has set fire
To all poems, but I am that
Living fire, I am that warmth
Of a thousand glorious sunsets.

laying on the thickness
and the off angled rake
bury music, insect languages in the wilderness
insect symbols
the singing song of notes, dead matter feeding life
red mushroom glow in the under muffin
dig into the eye of the
lift the broken pieces of a past life on a rock in the woods
turning over leaf for fruit for root for SYMBOL

primal to cosmic
we have slowed down the whole show
so that we can find god in the particle
so that the particle could find itself in another particle
winking flint in a boneyard
insect hollow
discoveries of self and identity,
testing tradition, traveling to the wild forest
untracing time unravelling the sentence
symbolic imposition

If Jesus had a casino
I'd be a holy roller
Swag, swag
Swag

Got so much cheddar
I be making cheese curds

Praise be to the based god
Yung trap lord
Action Bronson
The holy trinity
SSwag od

Hi, my name is 'TheWord'

and

I am unreliable and messy!
A symbol!
A figment of projected meaning!
A run-around!
A silhouette!

And how I have fallen in love with myself.