So i survived another year
Another year since i was delivered into this wrecked world
What's there to show for it?
A few more scars, a crack in my heart from another girl

I'll chase down the day with a glass of whiskey
Maybe Ezra maybe Velvet
Two packs of smokes
Surprised i haven't got cancer yet

Another year to make more memories
Another year I'm left to wait
Another year I've survived
Passed my expiration date

our minds’ shared
landscape
could be –

emotionally we
inhabit a hollow space and fill
it gradually with affection and

doubt.

i pull a cord of thought and it slides
against my tongue; i pull on the strings
making spider webs between his ribs.
our tethers grow but
the context dries and dulls.

our mouths are ******, so
we spill nervously
we cough red laughter.

nothing’s finite and reality is perfect,

but
the physically interactive
is tiny and
rigid
and cleansing itself of fantasy.
i imagine everything; he
accepts my ideas. ideas
that pile up at our
feet in spirals.
(there must be many realities where he
loves me with red-blooded
caution.)

each tiny choice, each delicate
gesture,
is a canal leading back to
here, transformed.
becoming more strange,
stimulating my dulled senses.

his chest heaves, we share
in an unraveling process.
the weight of significance is the
gravity keeping me
present
mentally.

between us, the
air is dusty. red coughs are dried
out and tortured.
my mouth is pulled
down naturally;
his rises. a change of heart,
the landscape blooms green and
my thoughts are happy snakes
in foliage.
my grin bleeds openly
as i laugh, out loud, with
him –
our universe is a soft space we
fill with
laughter.

You brought me now don't leave me here,
with nothing but a broken heart to steer,
I'm lost in matters, found by all,
picking up where others fall,
so lost in matters, that don't matter to you at all.

When do I see thee most, beloved one?
When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
Before thy face, their altar, solemnize
The worship of that Love through thee made known?
Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,)
Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies
Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies,
And my soul only sees thy soul its own?

0 love, my love! if I no more should see
Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,
Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,—
How then should sound upon Life’s darkening *****
The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,
The wind of Death’s imperishable wing?