~i am a feeble sun, lurching,
my light bleeding through
phantasmagoric clouds of
dreams outgrown,
of spiritless contradictions,
of flesh and touch and stone
you are the half-moon ripping
day from dusk, a charcoal fugitive
stealing away emotion and trust,
and as the water runs salty
from the faucet in this room,
drawn into view
just like the coldest muse,
you evolve, meander,
you age and question and fall,
though you never seem to understand it,
still asleep inside your own walls
how do you survive in this asphalt amnesia
of punctured love and reluctance?
for nothing shows
on your woven face
of tusk and bone;
and love is just
another mistake
you've left to become unsewn~
bitter
