smothering the coals, i laugh.

yeah, i had a headache and a Honda.
i ate the leather off a dead genie in a parking lot.
i was high, though.

wouldn't usually do that.

yeah, i crept through the sunroof of a thousand imaginary love bugs.
and when i was gone, i was gone forever... like any given moment.

but gravity has no jurisdiction.
and now you
know this.

how the bitter end begins,
we cannot say
without
hubris.

but we can say....

i was born underneath uncountable stars and I am Beautiful.

like a rope in a spoon... nothing is sane.
i just have the scent of you and our unbearable togetherness
to fall apart too... i have nothing else.

so just in case i hate you; let's be friends.

sleeping as i do... i don't.
too much about awoke and such...
weary yes... but stumblesome -
in happy ways about it.

climbing out' the sky
for strange candy
is the ground

to doubt it.

the morning came without so much as a fit of dead stars.
just a stoic blue, blasted over heaven, and the day's morass.
i slept through most of it. but had bad dreams masquerading as good times.

i slept on the train.

anyway...Jupiter has moons you haven't heard of.... and Rings !

i cannot wield what i cannot love...
and i don't know things.

i was black in your face today, and the world kept to itself.
spinning and rigidly doomed, rigidly doomed -
without the slightest epiphany. just a gorgeous glut
of stupendous stupidity.

i was black in your face today, and white things happened all over the world... and nothing changed. I bit my nails and stared at the sun like a Boy. I have no kingdom save the revery of my blood
and my much often love of empty spaces.