There is a rusty I Love You in this hollow voice of mine
Like an old record in the jukebox in the corner of the tavern
I dust the binds of time off my skin and I spin wrecklessly
For you.

The Irish whisky croons how relentlessly your heart sinks into my sound
But the sober croak of morning deems my heartstrings out of tune
Cracked, dry
Yet still I sing,
For you.

Still I spin
And spin
Until dizziness is all there is
Because you turned my hum into a rumble
And although you're not drunk enough to drown in my melodies
I'll compass on this needle
Until the stars stand still
Until the stars lie silent
Until our symphony is the only echo we know.

I was born of nothing
But an inkling of lust
Coaxed by liquor,
And notions of love.
Filthy lies of love.
There was never any love,
But it proved to be enough.

I was conceived of nothing
But thoughts of intimacy-
No. Invasion of privacy
Brought about by body heat
A byproduct of talking *****
And drinking forties, combined
With whatever they were snorting.

What a lovely story,
Fit for fairytales
Of ***** and ale.
The naked devil
Baring all of his evils.

I was born of nothing
But intoxicated 'loving'.

-SLuR

Amidst the darkness in the sky,
I see a yellow butterfly.
Carefully, I catch it.

Only to find,
when I opened my hands,
It was never in my grasp.

-SLuR

Pa
Paaaa
Paaa
Passss
Passssssss
PAST
Something that isn't
    Anymore


Had to google it just to see
Past
gone by in time and no longer existing.



Everything I am
No longer exists.  
******* scary

Distracted by every syallable that was exhaled
unable to recall
the curve of your lips as they spoke
nor the hue of your eyes when they laughed
my only recollection is
the duo took my breath away
obliterating all lights but the stars
leaving me with amnesia

I can't deal with it
I've fallen from the abyss
I will wait for you
to watch me drown again

I am fading and I cannot scream
Push me down, make me your slave
I am dying inside my own dreams
Give me a shovel to dig my own grave

I can't deal with it
You pushed me too far down
I won't wait for you
To bury me in the ground

I'm a silhouette, a forgotten face
Let me go into the night
What will it take to keep me alive
I'm beneath you and I cannot fight

That's what you've always told me
I can't deal with it, watch me fade away
Push me down, make me your slave
Give me a shovel, I'll dig my own grave

While you watch
While you watch
While you watch
Me fade

my self-hood couldn't be...
my self-hood always has...
your self-hood also shining in the same reflected flickering of light.
what light i think i am is cauldroned in a background shade...
a primest shade of gasmic cosmos bursting forth
the light a simple consequence of hither-sided space
and freedom-ceilings in between.

inside siding outward warding off the sides i cannot center in
--outside siding inward warding off the sides i live within--
twining two in where i stay,
while choosing neutral non-act act,
on moving trains i shade as other than i am
complacent as the cog
that clicks the same in hatred-climes
as when it clips the love-me-nots of Spring

phasical circumlocutions of basic, embodied life..

i am an infant still  i teethe and moan in lonely darknesses

solar revolutions
         earthling orbits and spheroid whirls
                                  an axis of worlds
                                  adulterated limbs
my adulthood limns an architecture's disconnections
       thin, the layers undulate
                      of elbow's sway and kneecap right

i am an adult still  i teethe and moan alone in darkness, light

breathe when steps up the climb redden.
see deep true endlessness forming waves.  
many abjurations will cloud alone,
to never green again.
taste dust sometimes,
enjoy sneezing--
cry.
play the moon;
know selfish worlds darkly,
grow flying genders into acts
sensing beneath ground live stars resting:
freely read to recall ancient ways to poem...
hidden wisdom gone stale speaks past
as poetic forests fall wilting.