with my fingernails growing,
searching for words,
the loud become soft &
my caged flex their teeth.
choruses of steel,
singing down our
warm corridors.
here & there.
a verse distant.
tempting a joyous song from
my cool lungs.
this is the golden wheat minute,
bathed in filtered sunlight,
smiles unseen & jokes of
discipline not unkind.
I am not alone in the only place.

I look out my window for you. In the night & often in the day. It's a foolish search, but this world is not so large. Do you see me? Traveling to town for onions, you sweat. The sun holding you hostage.

Run far. Run fast. Come home. I am waiting Kiko.



The colossus wears his mask & peace is restored.

Know this. If I go back tonight, will you love me less? Will you love me more? When will I see joy? If I go, will you show me true happiness?

Will you say, "Hey. Precious angel lay down, rest. I have waited a long time. I am still waiting & would continue to, in every time & place, for any time. On any plane. I love you, beautiful angel. I have & will continue to. Despite your pain. Weep softly, there is no shame with me. Roar loudly, I am not frightened. Take me. Ravish me. Relieved you would take comfort in me. Harm will not come to you being with me. Require me. Want me. Taste me, **** me. Need me, love me. I don't live with you gone. I choose Death before another heart."

How can you be in love? You are strong & you are weak. Let your no's be no's & your yes's be yes's.

If it will be good, I will go. If it will last, I will come.

If it is you, I want it.

No shadows. No husks of a former self. No fiery passions. No trapped desire.

Pure. You want me pure. I want you.

Once upon a time it was you I adored. You are beauty & I will join it.

Scotland lives!
yet I pass unnoticed.
with my ferns & cartons of smoke
in Virginia.
my grave is dug.
digging.
my tombstone carved upon
& my legacy floats eternally.
& my legacy spins idly.
until she,
or one like her,
walks & stumbles.
over my roots, yet below them,
I smile.
Death grabs her & she's nodding
softly,
"Yes.
I'm ready."

"I'll go alone."

decide who's not, yet always will.
they called

itself, her love is unmoving
desire traps them into quiet
corners, melting.
                 above her
children shriek & fidelity tests
the concrete unnoticed,
framing her
& her flame flickers cool
electricity
starving Athens.
among studies of future changes &
plans ancient.

their future lays infertile.
ahe wants & she fools
he,
waits impatiently & the nails
spiral into the walls severing
ancestral barriers & children
so young.

where the teenage queen fell,
& the ***** felt her spawn kick,
tentacles of hidden waste pulse,
above & within dormant homes,
sinning structures,
of grey matter folds
& pink flesh blossoming.

that's where I'll lie.
that's where I lie.
& paint my face,
& paint my face to contort
for all ages, among children
stripped of innocence
behind her watershed, yet
before the pearls & gold in heaven
not found among the soil & bone
here.

so here I am, in evening's day,
watching as lines draw importance among charts
erased, once holy.
my tools collapse, blood letting instruments
raising grave. terra firma,
influence for siblings & greed to rest.

I am here, head high.
images burrow into my core, burned I shiver,
waiting forthem to control this grey brain, requesting,
from that moment, I'll throw them into
her paper grave.

why? why has the dawn come again?
one decade,
I waited for night.
& minutes agone, I spat in morning's eye.
tomorrow's evening I'll curse,
praying with head held, that sunrise
will not forget me.

slipping into my grave.
stepping out politely,
to wave my hand & contort my mouth,
pressure my heart & tense my bones.

now I'm alone.
& these potential loves can not
cure
my continual wishing or
halt these searches.

tattered auras weave into purple thread.
tattoed ivory wraps Turkish gold.

here.
here I am,
fousing or nodding;

the heavy weight of ink's stroke,
drawing you,
farther away.

it hurts when I speak.
it wakes when I breathe.