By and by and breath by breath
I Find that I have nothing left.
I am the skin laid out to dry;
The flayed, scraped creature that had to die.

I watched the sun's trip through the sky from
Sunken pits, these empty eyes:
Its gentle pace on through the trees to
Scarlet death on cloudy seas.

I felt the day rob from my veins
I longed for dusk, I prayed for rain
To fill me up, and quench the yearn
From hollowness to seek return.

I petrified here without you
I burned and withered and I knew:
By and by and breath by breath
I've given all, I'll give what's left.

And I'm still here, completely bereft
Where you placed me when you left.

it's the same as before
or the other time
or the time before that.
here's a ****
and here's a ****
and here's trouble.

only each time
you think
well now I've learned:
I'll let her do that
and I'll do this,
I no longer want it all,
just some comfort
and some ***
and only a minor
love.

now I'm waiting again
and the years run thin.
I have my radio
and the kitchen walls
are yellow.
I keep dumping bottles
and listening
for footsteps.

I hope that death contains
less than this.

These are Days of Wonder.
Everyday magic
World shrunk
To seconds across.

Days of Wonder, these are
The unimaginable futures of
Some past gone.

Leaving little pieces of ourselves
Within each machine
We build to lighten our little
Loads.

These are Days of Wonder; I
Wonder how on Earth
I'll name the days to come.
They will be longer and
Brighter and
Warmer than
Ever.

"Razors pain you; rivers are damp;
acids stain you; and drugs cause cramps.
Guns aren't lawful; nooses give;
gas smells awful; you might as well live."

It happens
more and more rarely
in my ankle
run, run, run
catch the streetcar
named desire
(I cry with you Tennessee)

decanting the hours,
a rush  into nowhere
in honeycombed memory
the dregs of days
set my teeth on edge,
deepen the archway
of naked irises
hurled into midnight

It happens
lighter and lighter
in my left shoulder
pierced with sunset
lost in a sparrow