August Twenty Eighth  

Dear Icaege,
            
             my spine melts here alone.

Don't realize what you have please.
Because this reminds me to breathe.

Your lips.
Your scars above them.    
No less or more.

Stories that infect me.

My tense is past lived sweets.

August Twenty Seventh

Debauchment of not long ago.
Enervate this new paling muse.
Summary onus, be not so open.
Stay alive, resist.
Strive with force.
Sap in the dark, in the hour.

Be entirely whole.

I am not.

August Twenty Sixth.  

Metronome cabinet.

Metronomic alignments.

A selfish ghost for my cups alone.

Your heart's ashes arrive late.

The celebration is a ten cent word hated.

Removing the light you cast with grace.

I've held up this staircase.
Couldn't stop my plans.


Watch the channel change.
And then say nothing.


With the trace of you, we toast for equations.

It's just the July promise.

Your flame floating.
Dying under Heaven's veil.

Who is it now
to say that speed brings me here?

Birth. A light to darken your mistakes.

Slip into the film.

No I don't understand how your words felt.

Clean porcelain.
Tender libido.
A slip between sheets, ice cold tears.

August Twenty Fifth

Avenue.
The sky with your family.
If we had more information.
More lies.

Without a vocal why.
I ask.
Words dying silent.
These minutes define a life sentence.

I stop.
Examine shoes.
Reveal to you.
Grave spectacle.
Tar soaked heel and sole.

Cities swallow.

Lies and *****.

Dyes of the month.

Years later, alleyways  beckons.
Skirts slid towards Hell.
Dull knife.
Reminding her to dive deep into royal gene pools.

Reminding her to avoid boys with boots.

Retraining my exhalation sacrifice.

Difference of four hundred thousand dollars.

It is this effort is too much.

Exhale.

Quarter and the neighborhood.

The kidnapping yields a good fit into our customers.

But that is nonsense.

Theories performed by my name.

Flames encased in tea.
Nothing more short,
looking myself so many ways ago.

Close ago and now it suffers.
Could it be Boise and you are sewn together, searching?
No flood, no snake-like coo.

Potent ticking, the largest letter in your names.

August 11th

How am I so smart to endure my head's turns or locks inside a box.

With some worth forgetting.

My erecting
inessential to come, we've all waited.

The diet of cowards.

The invisible exercises in...

New Guinea
New York
Japan
France

Gaining

Exonerated

Senators.
Wives.
Daughters.


Over years or weeks.

A lot to hold in. I'm here.
A lot to hold on to.


A pint.
Three.

Jigger.


Fly into roses, Broken Wing Heartache.


Later on...


It is only one small amount of sweat.
A pool filling and shifting with each of my breast's breaths.

Now maybe I can tell myself why I care.

It is you.
A leg paler.
A chipped smile.
A new thing with nothing shamed.

Time for a movie.

A bright future.
Fuzzy dream.

Picture you and I waking.
Picture the naked light.

Witness your hollows.
Amount short.

Void transaction.

Pay once.

Enter the transaction void.



Two beers and one or just one shot of one fifty one later...


Do the days go by and call your name?


No they don't register a mood.

A look see.
A look see reveals all of these new found memories.

But our memory is low and hazy.


Baby.
Oh beautiful showmanship, tell me...

Of love.
Of youth.
Of my eyes.
My hair.

My unbroken bones.

My perfect *****.

My golden hair.

My tan.

My ability to hold and stay

not too warm or dry

not too cold or wet.


Your tomb.
Undisturbed.

And now I wait.

For you to warm.

Oh it is you.

Only you.


I will recite also.

In regrets of my open heart.

Strange that father holds his chest in staples later than I.


I spoke of you.

To blood ancient and blood to see.


You know.
Or you don't.


I.
Here in new clothes.


Waiting beside the museum.
Under the cold window.


For you to interfere.

As close as I am.


And then you apperceive.

Love.


You appear love.

The church sets suns and moons, rivers.  

Raging and this
newly automated
and failing parts at to the newest river.
I defeat. I encase my linen and pull all manners.
If gore

If gore

Runs

And when it runs it tears down the scenic
route

Infirm trusts
all this disease fails

Aniston
A royal tribute and hospital beds

Emperor
But empire
Not for the freed ants the decent steal

Bit for the ears we've kept in between
The secretive
Pots
The fileting of a new sore