Static still void slowly
Reveals through blurred
Lines and smeared paints

The figure of love or some-
Thing familiar enough. I sit
Suspended between two

Languages, indebted to
Different philosophies, and
At any given time I find

Teeth loosed from my mouth
As they are ripped out; sour
Taste of an omen ever

Present on my taste buds,
Ever scraping my knee
Caps as I fall to them

In some rapture, I bleed
My youth on dusk bathed
Blacktop of the school

Yard. I see towering womanly
Love, a monument to shake
Foundation, almost completely

Out of view, piercing overcast
Skies, yet not taking any
Clouds with it. I sit on ornate

Carpets of kebabs & half
Filled tea cups, stomach
Deep in some obscure

Fear of my desires. The dog
That loves me most of all
Is never allowed inside

The house. He sits valiantly
Outside, chained to a
Watermelon tree. Heavy

Heavy things all around me,
All things light and
Soft, even in sleep stasis

Feel ever as ever
Out of reach; beyond even
The scope of my dreams.

between three oceans
silver rocks and the desert
is a place

undiscovered;
a secret that no one knows about
hidden so openly:

a secret right in front of
your eyes.

it's never cold there
it's never hot there

this place is populated by
only one creature:

GOLEM

Sometimes
when the echo seems to go in reverse
I wonder if my hearing's getting worse
or if I'm going mad,
a bit sad when that's all I have to think about
and thinking about that,
does that makes the madness madder?

I dream of her again, she is there again
and I'm struck dumb again,

expressive eyes, she has such expressive eyes,
I still can't speak.

Half past three
when I woke she had gone,
now
the tea ***'s warming
the kettle is on
she's still gone.

Dreambook instead of Facebook?
it's for
She
and it always will be.

settlement. now what?
settlement. snow & no hat.
match, hatchback: noise, death, money --->
nothing distinguishes better MEMORIES
from MOMENTS
than the SCARS they leave.
settlement. follow follow.
settlement. destroy with no sorrow.

i'm taking mexican food, this queue is evidence.

settlement. you'll conquer every piece of land you step.
settlement. god'll take the form you need.
dreambook, hate fact hook ---->
baby poems in the dark:
they tell light is nothing but
two or three ideas altogether.

no sorrow??
uhuh maybe tomorrow.