The way it was...
One June afternoon, when everything in the universe broke...
I was walking down Bushwick Avenue amid the crumbling concrete,
a Brooklyn Bound L train skimming beneath
Amid the strident race of rusty,
tinted town cars drifting
through the traffic.
Turning left down Madison,
nothing could prepare me for the silent,
pulseless minutes that suffocate,
There would be no sound in the apartment tonight.
No other soul wrapped in wanting skin.
I loved you savagely...
I'm going to be alone,
the concrete has expanded since you left,
The blocks are longer than last summer...
The hours just pass.
what it took to get to the front door... From the corner...
The fear of entering our house
After I've lost you, I come home where all these memories are stained,
Black streaks of desperate cigarettes,
Big Black trash bags full of empty Scotch whiskey bottles, filled
Blood teeth and pounds of skin...
With miles of empty dry veins,
Like a river that God Fell
into these days, have become too long.
Sometimes I wish I'd never felt the Sun
its fingers burning my skin,
I will burn
from every memory of you.
The total emptiness of this space, where love was put to rest,
The emptiness just stares...
Stealing seconds from shallow pockets of years,
From the shallow pockets