So **** my mind.
Visit these waters and sing your chorus.
Our verse for the nights lasting now and then.
My darling, again bring your rails to the floor.
Pull my remains from the bottles.
Soothe my calloused hands. 

Lock up the oxygen. 
Leave your face behind. 
Stare at the sun deep and bring me to tears. 

Pull yourself back in my hold. 
Betray yourself. 
Be mine. 

Break the bond so false and forged. 
His gold dulls and his strength atrophied. 
I've beaten this distance again. 

Intonation, an easy display. 
With every limbless mile I crawl. 

There are dunes. And a home. 
A family to leave. 
And a promise to stay. 

So stay this time. 

Open your throat and feel me enter once more.

Behold.
The cup is full my love.
My ribs are now held close.
With silk so tender and nameless.
And your lips newly plumped.
Your skin perfect finally.
Pore less.

Take these paper memories, these fragile moons, break them for our bed.
Our perfect rest. A final mistake. 
Fear for the future. The past is not to come. 

Forever leathered throats and close knit bones. 
Drink tonight. 
It is only a carton away. 
The death of your insecurities. 

You drive by and smell the rot. 
By the creek, the timbers never cured. 

Forget the trees lining your sunset. 
Drink. Allow your beach to rise as you fall. 
Refresh again. 

Someone else. 
Peel away the layers and remove your face from this haunting. 
Step outside into the night's cold brilliance. 

Scream. 
Allow yourself to wake. And pretend for a pence that this is it. This is light. 
With your back against the ceiling. 
And again my eternity, with your back against the quilt. 
Sweat and tremble, awake in you what stayed weak. 

Control emotion in the room, wait for the paint to dry. 
A cold abyss grown darker with these moments at work. 
These hollows of warmth. 

I'm directing this and you are arriving with sickness. 
Just a puzzle eternal now. 
A walk on the beach chasing sand. 
Waiting for dust. 

Scream.

The end.

With his festered one ton heart. 

I hear it every night. 
In every eye I close. 

There's a bridge without an answer. 
There's a death to hide. 

Feel the hour of closing sores. 
The flesh is found to die. 

The fools flood the asphalt. 
Delivering their hearts over, into the abyss . 

Sleeping alone but fret not. 
There are none and the notes speed. 

Her hips closer. 
And his hair is thinning more. 

Every night with every white. 

Please, without an answer. 
Deliver me peace to drool alone. 

Against the shackles of youth. 
And promises. 

And everything.

This is going to be a midnight night. 

With dreadful favoritism. 

With the rose of my prayers, I stray. 

Part away, you new love that could not.  

Love her. 

Melody, please the Fates. 

Ask away. 

Bring me to a shame forgotten.  

Go back. Get them back. 

The friends I held in such short quarts. 

The ones of supple innocence. 

The traps stooping to bring us fools into innocence. 

Please perform your interlude. 

Release every moment and place me on a blue altar. 

Whisper tonight. 

I've destroyed your creation. 

I missed and your plans are crumbling. 

Which is worse. 
To say they fell?

Or to tell you they are falling?

You love with me tonight. 

No more?

Starting to focus. 
Using another's  strength. 
Converting a wrinkle's shadow into presence. 
I'm noticed. 
More so as working watches. 
This familiar city closes my eyes. 
Time is now kinder and kinder. 
Close your eyes beautiful. 
You've read every page. 
Skipping whatI read most. 

I swim in your sleep. 
Waking with flushed skin. 
Warm and with night's air included. 

You ask if I'm dreaming. 
With silence, your day begins. 

 Eyeshadow saved for these soiled days. 
The darkness above your eyes, convincing that I am the thief in your purse. 
Awake listening to all. 
Those before me, coming and going. 
And it feels to me, to be the correct way for this. 

I am told you have two hearts. 
One from before and one in your bed. 
Saved for later.

Severed hands to hold your millstone.
He is one from the soil.
Slowed down for the many of stitch.

Sing and marry your heart to the loss.
Losing love to the run.
See the windows blow by. 

To ****. To die.
Inside.

No no no.
Please do not leave me.
Keep your eyes closed.
With mine.
Taste from cups of horrors.
The angular rotting flesh.
Take the mean street to visit Bach.
Lay your head and pound your chest.
Well from below.
And saints on deathbed.
I'm tearing down a wall.
Staring at a stillness.
The florist from the sun.
You're breaking your back.
And the crowd sings of unison.
Trumpets.
Peace filled holdings.
Grass in a locket.
Remove your mirrors.
Youth, grow old and free us.
From your peace of yesterday.
The lake is raised.
The sun is stained.
Ruined.
Watching from a funeral.
Cry in the morning.
And sleep on the evening.
Hold close a breeze for a blanket.
Bend and lead.
Sleeping by the intercom.
While you graze and worship me.
Not yesterday.
God.
I know you wanted love.
The twelve dollar stain flickers in my mind.
The walk home and the creaks in his heart.
Dreams of litigation.
Night's separation.

A reality in between.

Little porcelain cup. 
Preparing roots. 
A random liberty. 
No place for darkness. 
Keys left at home. 
The doors never close.

Starting to focus. Using my mother's strength. 
Converting a wrinkle's shadow into presence. 
I'm noticed. 
More important than working watches. 
New York City closes my eyes. 
Time is now kinder and kinder. 
Close your eyes beautiful. 
You've read every page. 
Skipping whatI read most. 

I swim in your sleep. 
Waking with flushed skin. 
Warm and with night's air included. 

You ask if I'm dreaming. 
With silence, your day begins. 

 Eyeshadow saved for these soiled days. 
The darkness above your eyes, convincing that I am the thief in your purse. 
Awake listening to all. 
Those before me, coming and going. 
And it feels to me, to be the correct way for this. 

I am told you have two hearts. 
One from before and one in your bed. 
Saved for later.

The princes eyes lift from their collected purse. 

We in the crowd feel our knot loosen and our shame absolved. 

Into the heart's of our innocents may they wander. 

We who bring disease and echoes misguided.  

They will take them. These daughters of our neighbors. 

Above the sentinels to watch as we praise and thank. 

The smile is carved again onto our faces. 

Our backs are exposed. 

Our spines displayed for his pleasure. 

We begin our rest against this scorched earth. 

Our blood brings hope to a future. 

A song for this prince. 

A legend to fulfill. 

A beauty to write of. 

Remove your cloak, aim a dagger into the nestle of hy heart. 

Push with grey strength and be merry. 

For their eyes see no gold. 

His eyes see us.

I was told there's to be a sky. 
Blue, pure and infinite. 

There are rivets instead. 
And paint peeling in place of wonder and oust for a godess's bed. 

This is before the chanting. 

With holy knowledge, I walk past the salt fires. 

My head is not low enough to stop the piercing of their eyes. 

Under my straw hat I listen while fish begin their journey towards flight. 

Death brings lessons for us all. 

Under the city's bridge, your reflection shimmers and breaks with each of the world's turns. 

So remove yourself. 

Next year there will be time enough to secure your footing. 

For now a few restraint will hold. 

Your presence is majestic. 

Above the clouds. 

With none to see you fall. 

None to hear the surrounding thunder.

This porcelain face brings light to my heart. 

The hands clutch a team of paper. 

Thick and free of binds. 

A finger. 
A second and a third. 

I may only laugh while my teeth crumble. 

It is your secret though. 

Something to hold. 

Tangible, tactile. 

Like blood let knuckles over rustling steel. 

I was told to be softer. 

Yet you seem filled. 

No more empty nights finding happiness. 

It is gone.

And that seems best for all.

And I am all but reading. 

Repairing your flesh beneath a veil. 

Children. 

And underneath the exhaust flows. 

Over the river, into the classrooms. 

Never weapons. 

One massacre. 

Something with cancer. 

Important now, the list. 

Those sweet and some salty. 

Never soiled and never bruised. 

No existence. 

Connection slowed. 

To a place of past happiness. 

A place we know to bring cancer. 

And weapons. 

A place to exhaust all your reserves. 


Do not continue. 

Do not begin to go back.

And then told this is why life consists of. 

The beauty is there and also here,
pouring to the ground in a fit of grace. 

Then exists an image to focus,
strangle and bury. 

Wind and leather under salt licked wood. 

The shivers and the ringlets, coarse
reciting numbers. 

A trident to inspect nerve damage. 

Twenty second synapse misplaced, 
the fire dies and a dark room
overflows, a place becomes home
and the lights begin to pale. 

In all these things there exists
a thorn, found ******
torn from its warm host. 

A level of love severed.

It is so lonely here.

A phone call to inform me of grave robberies. 

Just the removal of this leg.  One leg to find balance. 

The sea tells me I am just searching. 

In the same sea I accept your disappearance. 

Morning breathes. 

Your voice on my door step. 


The morning holds a breath.
 
And you speak. 

The words begin. 


Stars fall, breaking the cloud of thirty cigarettes. 

Unnoticed, they rest aroun us,
As anxious snowflakes on some Winter night.

What am I supposed to do now?

Now that this is. 

And knowing only there are more
moments to come. 

I am to be here feeling the ships

sinking and the lights dimming 

then extinguishing

with no discretion between

the two.

He's wearing my favorite shirt. 
And he speaks in tones of peppered loss and rageless loss. 
The claws click against the veranda's shade. 

His pockmarks glow in the reflected dew. 
So quietly announcing the sun's stretches and it's yawn. 

They arrive, my fast continues. 

Beneath the grounded carpet,
The ***** brings me towards the river. 
The color green surrounds me, my reflection quite to speak. 
I stop to look above and see the black clip of flight. 

I look to the paper and begin to finish. 
The ink runs out as I enroll in the water's treatment.

The boxes of bread seem smaller. There are sixteen of us under the dustmoth's slight. 

He's from a state far away, but will not tell why. 

In the window held together with thin aluminum panels. 

There are ten half moons tonight,
held in phase with infinite hesitation. 

The moons keep my heart from speaking. 

The brain above separates. 
Falls to bed, pilless but none sadder. 

Seven thorns on top of my palm. Their pain travels to a fractured elbow. 

And the marble is now clean. 
And it is sad to wonder.

I am eight years old in my father's basement. 

I search for answers with a twelve year old girl. 

Her hair falls past her hips as the skeletons shift and scrape towards the new rush of cells. 

It is breakfast time. The walls begin to warm, the sun blows it's fried smells of grease into 
our noses. 

Our stomachs burn and we place our soiled 
hands over our soiled skin in hopes of closing
this sense of hunger.

From the north military trail,
A purchase escorts with purpose. 
Compassion leaks from wires. 

A newlywed smile. A pair in ecstasy,
acknowledging a departure with time soon enough. 
Eighty year salutations. 
Twenty year questions. 

There is. 

Core drilling in Paris. 
Exodus. 

Wearing glasses 
underwater. 

My time is now
finished.

To hold your heart, trained and influenced

On my trail, a silhouette 
holding smoke, 
mine to barter with
some item that is not yours. 

A shadow of grain in the sticky 
thorny roots. 
 
Smoke from the barn's tantric fuselage,
below space, to think
or in gestures, recreate. 

As to observation, 
most of all is dark. 

I'm spoken to.

This life. 
Contained blood. 
Bones fragmented.  

Now interesting. 
Walking above asphalt. 
Grassy knolls. 

Below steel windows.

And there is no one else. 

 
And whom I've returned to places razors in my throat.  

And I chew and swallow. 
In silence. 

My hands glides below and I return to a damp Hell. 

And it is not you. 
Will it ever?

Will my fingers obey? 
And will I pull myself from those watchless places? 


Yet. 


They visit. 

And my heart rings. 

No tone. 

Yet. 

A fully his reminds me. 

Not to live much longer. 

To dig graves and never enter. 

And baby please tell me. 

Where you are. 

Who you are. 

The health exits my eyes. 

In return a call is placed. 

And missed. 

My eyes. 

Everything you've pulled from others days. 

And why may it not be mine own?

There rings a woman in bronze. 
Form frozen in hesitant beauty. 
For all to taint. 

She holds herself. 
Ruins drift closer. 

Behind her a grassy road. 
Lush for tortured soles. 

Full of disuse. 

Me here on American asphalt. 
Sparkling. 
Dazzling visitors. 

Stay for our comfort. 

Me here. 

With seasoned whispers. 

Time creeps and rushes past. 


She watches. 
I wait. 

Collect tin cups. 
Stain my fingers with faded ink.

Build. 
And once destroyed, remember to learn nothing. 

Walk. 
And when arriving, forget to rest. 

Speak. 
Think of what to say, taste the silver tongue's bitter ring.  

In a fit of rage I exclaim-
I have nothing to say. 


Anywhere but here. 

Anyone but me. 


Until then, destroy a child's heart. 

Play under rusted girders. 

Photograph and frame. 

Box and and store far away. 

All memories, all truths. 

And lies. 


All moments of you. 


Remove those. 
Explain yourself. 


And rise. 

Higher toward the sun. 

Your wings draping over the sweet gaze. 

All heavenly light. 

Weep in silence. 

Curse all those before. 

And search for those to come. 


Anyone but me. 


Try again. 

With tongues from different skulls. 

One bleeds. 

And one waits. 


And now there is a no. 

And now there is no now. 


Only your hazy future. 


Or only a brilliant past. 


The first littered with gold. 

And the last rot and decay. 


So remember. 

Anyone but me. 


And your stare. 
Into me for what seems eternal. 


Waking to see you sleeping. 
Covering your sight. 


And walking far off. 
Into wilderness. 

Finding love buried. 
There's nothing after sleeping. 


A year. 

And there are now six. 

Sending off for answers. 


Love the automatic. 
I passed it off. 
Planned for the son. 


Choirs great in their grey woven spells. 
I am a shape in the wood. 


From the vocal thought, my age becomes my choice. 


To return strife. 
In cold silent gaze. 


Pressed into you. 


Ten feet from now I will forget. 

From you into some place obvious. 

A Corvette in a forest. 

With smoke in hand. 

Sewing the ends of this letter loose. 


Fall down new barriers. 

Fall to the sun and fade. 


Walk with moans and smile with rhythm. 

The Baptist arpeggio of a life forced meaningful. 

These cliffs speak of charm and integrity. 

I see him made. 
And I hear his end in the bottle. 

Synthesized in fermented preservation. 

My hands won't move and my face numbs again. 

Against the wind in name of life. 

Wake before ghosts. 
 
Racing home. 

And the horns cry so low. 

With your eyes I find shame. 

Replaced with some word soiled. 

Work found for the haste. 

So I am told to breathe and forgive. 


And I end. 
To begin something I could not finish. 


In leaving I presuppose I will return. 

In gold worth more. 

On wings of purity. 

Lifted to fall and stay humble. 


And the yes I gave should now be a no.

There is salt here. 
And below this I taste sand. 

It's for the living I sleep. 
The dead wait for my rest. 

To take my overgrown heart. 
To peel it's layers.
An exhausting search in grey haste. 

Below there are ancient memories cornered. 
Scaly stone brushes their face. 

The smaller thoughts watch with tight breath. 
Some fear death and release themselves. 
Bringing death and worse.

Wake in dirt from bone and copper. 
Collect facts from years ago. 
Remember openings and close those beginning. 
Breathe to fill the day. 
Counting hairs alone. 
 
Float and feel my blood dance else away. 
 
She asks for the gaze as my eyes give focus inward. 

Wrapped in showmanship and loneliness. 

These rings bond and the form begins tumbling. 

Create lift and heal all waters swollen.

Wake in dirt from bone and copper. 
Collect facts from years ago. 
Remember openings and close those beginning. 
Breathe to fill the day. 
Counting hairs alone. 
 
Float and feel my blood dance else away. 
 
She asks for the gaze as my eyes give focus inward. 

Wrapped in showmanship and loneliness. 

These rings bond and the form begins tumbling. 

Create lift and heal all waters swollen.

He is driven exotic. 

I am standing in the concrete's heated air. 

My wait passes past my eyes. 

In search of her with rusted pipes. 

The engine is smoking and she too is smoking. 

His exhaust smells of wolf fed sheep. 

We the sheep fed wolves. 

We are staring into our fading mists thick with violence so fragile.

He is driven exotic. 

I am standing in the concrete's heated air. 

My wait passes past my eyes. 

In search of her with rusted pipes. 

The engine is smoking and she too is smoking. 

His exhaust smells of wolf fed sheep. 

We the sheep fed wolves. 

We are staring into our fading mists thick with violence so fragile.

And here. 
Among wights. 
Missing all tickets unsold. 
Calling all who lived and felt. 

It is colder. 
And the wounds are raising. 
And again with revenue as to portray. 
"It is gone." She says. 
And I dream. 

Of that razor to steal my heart. 
And who steals my blood daily. 

Though not as to compost. 
Poisoning flowers. 
Oxidizing. 
And fermenting her soil. 

Soon again. 
I will drink. 
My ears warm. 
The morn brings leashed air. 
A chuckle at present. 

Of the last. 
Of past words misunderstood. 

Once of four. 
And once of five. 
And yeah, we speak in high tones. 
In vague terms. 

Of times arrived. 
Departing flights forgotten. 

Many moments undersold. 

Still I taste. 
A forced kiss. 

Too loved to unleash. 
And so I wonder who said, "Who?"

Oh bother. 

Speech of idiots. 
Words ******. 

I deny all salves. 
All soothing. 
All encompassing. 
Sweet chestnut colored love. 

Curves to hold and suffer subsurface. 
Sans scars. 

Food tomorrow. 
After today, food tomorrow. 

I recall her taste. 

As recalled, I remember. 

The violence. 
And pride.
After the meal. 
The tears and the urination. 

After theft. 

I swam. 
With those who denied. 

And those who gave. 
Who took?

She sat. 
And I swam. 

And they spoke. 
The water. 

I emerge on new skin. 

Skin of those before. 
Of dreams wondered. 
Dreams failed. 

I pursued and entered. 

A feast. 

A drink. 

Soft pelts.

A bed and works of excuse. 

Drowned in water. 

Drowned in love. 

My sweet ancient temple. 
The skies of false truth. 

And the ******* of an angel. 

The miss of one married. 
Scarred. 

Loud speeches. 

Parades across the globe. 

And hopes of love. 

Goodnight sweet muse.

And here. 
Among wights. 
Missing all tickets not sold. 
Calling all who lived and felt. 

It is colder and the wounds are raising. 
And again with revenue not as to portray. 
"It is gone." She says. 
And I dream. 

Of that razor which left with my heart. 
And who steals my blood daily. 

Though not is in compost. 
Poisoning flowers. 
Oxidizing. 
And fermenting the soil. 

Soon again. 
I will drink. 
My ears warm. 
The morn bring air leashed. 
 A chuckle at present. 

Of the last. 
Of past words misunderstood. 

Once of four. 
And once of five. 
And yeah, we speak in high tones. 
In vague terms. 

Of times arrived. 
Departing flights forgotten. 

Many moments undersold. 

Still I taste. 
A forced kiss. 

Too loved to unleash. 
And so I wonder who said, "Who?"

Oh bother. 

Speech of idiots. 
Words ******. 

And I deny all salves. 
All soothing. 
All encompassing. 
Sweet chestnut colored love. 

Curves to hold and suffer subsurface. 
Sans scars. 

Food tomorrow. 
After today, food tomorrow. 

I recall her taste. 

As recalled I remember. 

The violence. 
And pride.
After the meal. 
The tears and the urination. 
After the theft. 

I swam. 
With those who denied. 

And those who gave. 
Who took?

She sat. 
And I swam 

And they spoke. 
The water. 
I emerge on new skin. 

Skin of those before. 
Of dreams wondered. 
Dreams failed. 

I pursued and entered. 

A feast. 

A drink. 

Soft pelts.

A bed and works of excuse. 

Drowned in water. 

Drowned in love. 
Temporal. 

My sweet ancient temple. 
The sky's of false truth. 

And the ******* of an angel. 

The miss of one married. 
Scarred. 

Loud speeches. 

Parades across the globe. 

And hopes of love. 

Goodnight sweet prince.

We bear her weight now. 
Though she is come to a place of love and true peace. 

And for love we bury. 
We burn and place weight upon all's heart. 

In infancy, the heat is felt. 
And a cold stare given unto a star above. 

A star unknown. 
To the pulp it's place is glowing. 

We pray and ask for love to return. 
We fight the war. 

And we rest. 
At night we weep and sharpen steel. 

To rise in dawn. 
In new shades, with new holds. 

From home we march into cities. 
Those to be unknown and forgotten. 

We leave the children's laughter. 
Place blood in hands and spill dirt on bone. 

To those with graves, we dig.  
We curse and find the roots. 

We struggle to breathe. 
The Earth becomes heavy, growing more with our breath. 

She was to be loved. 
And she was to live. 

For the lie, we suffer. 
Having never known her voice. 

Having never seen her gaze, we dream. 
And we see her with us. 

Holding us. 
Loving us all. 

We become selfish. 
And we stray from her. 

With image in hand we plot. 
And we wonder when our time to love will pass. 

It does not. 

So we fight her war. 

Hers of so long ago. 

Of a heartache so royal. 

And of a heartache so tainted. 

We place our bones in the Earth. 

We pay penance for our poverty. 

In our lacking we become numb. 

And there is none so lovely. 

There is none so pure. 

As we have read. 

As we have painted.  

We love her and died with her. 

Before birth. 

We curse the king which sold our maiden. 

We curse those which began our war. 

We pray for peace. 

For her and for you. 

We loved you.

There I fixed it.
I fell into this.
Solitary.

Moment.
For the....
For the transcending.

I thought I had it.
But I misplaced it.

Place an arrow upon my shoulder.

Call out.
Find it.

Bridge and chorus.
Enter.

Me.
And my teeth.
Dreams of simple love.

Live on roads.
Exist at home.
In your throat.

Your once happy ending.
A threat sears.
Blue.
Blue and true.

My teeth and your home.
And we hold.
Stimulate.
An ounce removed.

Sweat and move.
Towards others.
Above ourselves.

And my eyes remove.
Over and over.
Into grey pain.
Tear.

A flower appears.
In warmth I fall.
Into blood and savage mixture.

So close to hurt.
And smile.

And to breathe.
Breathe you.

The strings below my torch.
Oh, I try to do and come undone.

Fade.

Bodies.
And a place to contract my stomach.
A home to lose my self in.
All theses things return.

And now that I've returned,
there are some with bands.
Some have lost,
some have found.

And for so long,
my wonders have failed me.

Those walls all fade and the light is deafening.

Still mistaken.
Forever underground.

As in cargo ships.
Fear takes pictures below.

My heart inside stone ballasts.
Saving letters.

I burn it down.
I burn it down & walk away.

Correct.  
Ate, now sick.

Years ago fruit grew.
My wound grows skin with wine.

& she burns.
Price payed for pale beauty.

Still alive.
My torch home.

I search for my children
Frozen in winter's grace.

one day we will shed these bodies.
but please know,
the pain & suffering will fade.
he is not unjust in his wrath.
we share the earth, wicked & depraved.
our goal to know him & make him known.
he will not forget your works.
stay true.
stay just.
stay faithful.
to the end.
people lose love & sight when making decisions.
does not become indifference.
asking
what will they do?
what will you do?
ask.

& a cloud of witnesses beyond the bleachers, high above the home team's field.
unaware, where they play, we are waiting for blood. our sixth sense heightens & our visions spread. we are hungry.

in moments we will all taste the gaze.

we feel the thunder overhead.
between each bolt of fury, we trust our new instict.
trusting our new teeth from strange eons ago.
our skin sheds.
& into our shadows we step.
restless as the noise swells & we persist through passion.
flames scream leaving their home below.  
     now calm.
now dead.
our hunger disguised.

& we understand victory.

walking down childish roads
I weep spotting something rotten
a tree

& I wonder before tying my shoes
in a church
guarded by senile eyes
I think to myself
why must I hold
in my fleshy heart
one becomes itself.

& below after years
of walking & soaking
structures & small
soiled gatherers
I see teal stained pages
smeared red, white
with the doings of our past
only needing a page in books
to breed fear in rosy hope.

looking before as a camera wants
we fly into the upward
quickly with enthusiasm
a smile etches our glossy face
& we see me
someone is here on my road
I stay calm
next to me sets the biggest
jaw I have or will see
sure there are greater
in numerous numbers
strange unfathomable flanks
ranking from mine
created from my rust
& our immense patience

seeing or realizing
there are strange silences
between the peace you held.

no I don't care

somewhere where they are aware
unforgetting

put aside
fields of clay

inside, you
surround weathered strides

who can I
float alone towards

devise a
pearl reject

still
holding

an ocean
not regressed

for nothing

all at once

The curse. Kiko had forgotten temporarily.  

Long ago, his family spoke of a curse.

From a lover's wound.
Some say she was born in the air.
Her parents were of the sky.
& unspoken infidelity led to her birth.
When she was born, she fell from her mother's womb tumbling down to the ground.
Her mother ripped life's cord from her belly, fighting her infant child as they fell.

The daughter found love & devoured it quickly.
A fury of passion & promises broke with secrets held.
Tinted with momentary happiness & dwellings of depression.
Everything love was supposed to be, she had. & everything the master told of her love she felt.

She ate her lover.
Devoured first his soul & ground his bones into powder.
Charred his handsome flesh & played with his muscles.
She pasted his muscles together with the soup of his bones.
His soul became her mask.
She loved her lover.
Guilt washed over for this new ******.
& thus born, with her carnage, a new identity.

She was void of Death. Death had not seen her born & was blind to her life.

Kiko saw.
With every passing moment he grew weaker from his conquests.
They were leaving behind galaxies.
Weight trailedhe & his lovers.
Unable to comprehend these galaxies,
unaware of their mechanisms
& how to dismantle them,
they scarred their eyes
& built bridges to others.
Taking stones from the past
& trying to build a future,
never searching,
never creating forms of their own.

in the heart of my chest,
the ink bleeds further
hands covered in the
words never spoken
my God

this
and only this
won't wipe off your
helping, guiding hands

leaving silhouettes of triumph.
casting shadows of torn hearts
mimicking the symptoms
managing the systems &
it's still not enough.
awaited silence.
the pursuit of distance.
almost there now.
devoid of all reason

hold me tight & slip away
into anger.

she wasn't there.
you told me,
she'd be there.
you scold me &
she's waiting
too much time,
Jesus.
she'll disappear,
Jesus.
It takes too much time.

The crowbars are counting on me to save.
You're leaving me angry now.
This bottle of bleach is going to take me low.
Lower. Lover.
Vanish into the holes of my skin.
Trapped below the scars you've caused.
Skin it all. Regrow with plant life.
The pharmacy disasters.
Tattoos on the throat.
Room enough to bloat.
one three five.
four five six.
The doctors are counting on me to live.
You've listened to my favorite songs.
Listening. Living.
Vanquished into the heart of my heart.
Protruding little by little now.
Soak it up. Renew with your tears.
Definitely now.
The hospital's procrastinators.
I'm keeping my word. But the rest you can have.

The blood behind me kisses my feet.
With all the time never spent.
With all the words never said.
I look to my side & kneel.
Before a God too cocky.
Too proud to talk to me.
& with that said I'm done.
I'm beginning to see the light.
& it's so very sickening.
My stomach in knots & I keel over.
Heel Boy.
Now isn't the time.
She never answered that question.
You never asked it. I tell myself
Streamlined seems fine.
Whatever is fastest to get me
out of here, away from fear.

I dream of hearts hung by their own arteries.
Choking for air.
Leaving a sea of endless memories
forgotten promises.
Always there.
Never aware.
Faceless ghosts so familiar.
I kiss them, every one of them &
my soul is stolen, little by little...
Caustic Tattoos
Caution...
& you?
Don't come at me with that.
You felt it & don't you lie.
don't you cry
Back at the wake & don't you fckng try.
This presence of yours is becoming irritable
Warm. Too warm...
I've lost all layers.
All that remains in a blood soaked,
bare ***** frame.
For you to hang your every worry.
For you to blame all but you.
I don't blame you.
No, really.
I don't blame you.
No really.
I don't blame you.

Roar.
stone teeth grind dully.
Dear.
flesh swells & tears.
Torn.
breathe aggressive heat.
Breathe.