and there she is

widows-thrill
or devil's backbone,
some sort of specimen
hog-tied to the sediment

combs her hand
with nails bit past the quick
through her hair
til she thinks there's not one incongruent strand

dragging her feet
down the primrose path
off on the hard way into heaven

I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet

The most ardent kiss which the asphalt will ever know
  Is when mother nature bows her head
    Purses her clouded cotton lips  
      And gently drops a trillion kisses on a square stretch of highway
        Until they puddle up in joyful memory
          And the autobahn is lost in a contented, smitten, bliss

Person-fragmented
    too long self has been neglected

These little scraps
connected back to
some **** god

argue with their
progenitor about why
this is stuck

this movement inside
your mind
needs to ease on

these bricks of notion
building these
black fears

discard this and that
on their way
to being aloft

evaporate

and singing with time
to talk and laugh
while being

We sell the edge of things
to each other
to gather strength

We buy the edge of things
to ease our *******
of time

To moderate time's friction
on our hearts
and sense

We are a constant pitch
and changing curve
at no matter what

We imagine is out there while
Only what we imagine
is out there

i cried in your car remembering the ones who cast me aside
you told me i wasn’t ready
perhaps
you were right

things never said before

my sentences
plagued with stutters

pockets of smoke
my temporary desires

it's when you
strike the match

your orange apostrophe
that keeps me up for hours

lungs bursting
with out-of-season flowers

but it's a fix
cruel trick

the lyrics of you
lost into another

irretrievable night