That face is excruciatingly beautiful
Blinding as platinum confetti
For the new year of the soul

She is my conch shell
When I hear her, I hear me

That body is hauntingly whole
Strong as a steel gerder and just as smooth
For the structure we are building

She is my mirror
When I see her, I see me

Those hands are soft as silver
Holding the pages of our life
Strongly into the new book

We will write together.

They act like they don't know what you're doing
Assuming you're doing anything
At all.

Your writing is always possessive
Your photos are always of you
Narcissist.

She acts like it's all working with the precision of a clock
I know what goes on behind closed doors with you
I'm so glad I know how truly miserable she is...

I cast away my narrow waist
Whale bone my rib cage
You open me up to demolition
My voice is silent

As you split the seams
Of a world I was far too fragile for
Living, the flash of liquid light
Turns the horizon on it's end.

The lies you fabricate, a master
Storyteller by design
A lowlife criminal
With overwhelming needs

A day
Tailor made for the Pimms cup you drink
An average so and so.

You live your life in seconds of despair
Bleeding a path to your door
It swings both ways.

Laughing is easy, a roll down the *****,
At her, at her.
As she is ravaged in a circle of blades

You walk off to the next target.
Laughing all the way, ** ** **.

I shed people, sheets of rain
You're stories and lies

Adroit little beggar of crumbs
As I become.

A rock, a drop of liquid silver
Mercury's wings are on my heels.

Was there ever a better day to do this?
Would the time erase the flood.

I'm running to you again
And you reach out your foot.

Falling is always a destination.
Falling is abrupt, and ******.

And the vampyre in me stays down for the count
And sips the nectar of Gods.

What a delinquent I am
Perched upon your life story
A raven looking for some shining thing.

And after all this traveling in the Ether
The heart still cracks, can crack,
Does crack.

The tears I shed
Are in someones sunken pool in Arizona
Stolen again.

I know your trivial gestures, waving to the Geisha
It's time to leave, to go and be forgotten.
You're so transparent.

And I in a paralysis of time.
And I watching through the rear window.
And I the magpie of delight, who sings for her supper in all the grief.

Dreams
Including you, fever pitched
Laced with codeine

Bold, romantic, and star struck
As usual.
Dreaming a wild ride through Hollywood streets and a walk up to

Empty pools of Flynns Estate.
A walk in the Mullhuland park....(Mulrays Baby by Polanski)
Dripping in every nuance of *** and romance culled in the dark.

But you in Tennessee, and I in Denver, alive and awake in our
Screaming agony of head colds, while your wife attends you.
Do you dream my dream? Are we young then? Or is love a strange

Forgotten ideal, lost with punk rock and death rock....and is life but a dream....rowing that awful trip to God.