Never have I seen so many pentagrams. 
Hung silver, some in coarse thread. 
Thread still thin but not thinning. 

The wind blows. 
The pentagrams stay steady. 
Never wavering or moving as an ocean. 
Seductive stillness yet to be determined if satisfying. 

The cross above the suburbs is tangible. Yet the willows fold, bend and move in unholy patterns and manners. 

My eyes close. 
A moment ago they were open and burning, forgotten realms. 
A love affair with fantasy. 

From the prairie's apathy, the infirm stand strong on the jagged mountain. 
Sagging skin ***** over the husks. 
Weather the gusts. 
And the time it takes to say for certain. 
Their numbers fall with every grumble from the wet and shiny harbor.  


Miles above, the delta beckons. 


Farther below the road is beginning. 
With its paralyses. 
And it's warnings of approaching excellence. 

A pile of soil collected daily. 
The farmers rub their square white teeth in confusion. 

The universe with nothing beyond. 

When she thinks of death, she is sad. 
There is pride knowing there is no ever after, there is nothing after. 
I am sad. 

During the panel, words of observable importance betray her and flee.  
Betrayal found with the black mask, the semiautomatic fire and the only man who could make her ***. 
The singularity is denser now. 
Collapsing as memories of the father spark the misplaced tinder. 

They echo along her ******* and fall as the residue pools in her *******. 

Finding helixes without the tools to measure them. 

Speaking little of anything.

My heart sings another's song.
Whole selfless faith.
An obstacle in its eyes.

Alabama flowers.
Mountains of metal.
Rumors of a wasp's nest.

Your mouth opens
and your feet trample over
past ones loved.

Your face,
bringing peace to Earth.
And to us far away.

With a wrist to shred
you remind me
there is nothing worth gaining.

So all hail the Queen that's never seen.

A picture for those darkest times.

A not time night time.
And maybe.

Freedom exists.

Love.

Cans opened.

A blue door opens.

Lexis.

Let's us.

Record plump in Lexus.

Little he'll hurt.

A breath and my back performs over you.

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.

Leave the service.
Reverse your words.
Stay home.

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 pick at the scars in my heart.

Again.

I feel the twitch in your fragile hands.

You just need to think this through.

Throwing down your veins.

They're empty, useless & you're hurt.

I see no end in a silent thicket no one sees me.
The thorns quiet.
Why?

Yes.
Elevate my head and rotate my neck.
A blue twig blue with age and flame.
Blue for the message I did not receive.
A sound is etched.
Carnivals full of life, a maiden's fair breast.
Ancient tablature.
Fitting the lens.
Moving filth with tilt and focus.
An oar for each digit.
And each digit pulled from ore.
Children of a prometheal defecation.

P.m.


Perceiving all I can touch.
Marvel.
Cut the red carpet in factories.
A continent.

Divide and substract from zero.
If incorrect, rewrite and remember.

The heads and their jowls sag together under fluffy tempered weather.

Strung together by pearls as pearls.
In pearls.

A snake coiled between reef and coral.

I imagined and then begged for more pain.

The tape repeats that I imagined and begged for more pain.

But in the end did I imagine or did I beg more pain?

Petals fall.
The machine comfortable with its operator.

A hiss in the belly.
As in olden days the yellow humor is drained.
Is this self harm, is so be ye machine or man.

A woman knows no pain. Reject from census. Illustrate.
A butterfly found in a volcano.

Neigh.
Neigh for dark clouds all colts and mares whisper.

Just a cloud. As any other thing.

An argument stitched into this plane.

The past becomes a wound, weeping and gurgling.

Features of the brain. Festered.

The ears not quite level.

A fever.
A flick of the wrist.

The pinky nail holding a *****'s protection.

Catastrophe spelling itself as ***.


A petal falls there at night.
In the place where delegates made children weep.

Petals where tears learned to fall quiet and then silent.

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.

With split wrists & a frail frame I search for God in this endless sea of white. Feeling the sun on occasion. Holding her hand & she's sparing me the pain. Feeling lighter. Moving closer to that cherished throne. Wrapping wrists & I feel smarter. There was a day when I was happy. It's still here. Your picture still rests there & we'll start over. Making a mistake. I feel her warmth. Her laughing lips. Her potent ears. Her hair shines through the glass. I tap & she sees me. This time, seeing me. No more gazes.


So why does it always seem, that when I bleed, such weight is lifted?

Grind your lips, save yourself from total atrophy.

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

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.

slavery and prostitution

Gazing, feeling nothing.
Their hums were working.
Now they hibernate.
Searched for laurels.
Waters from Japan bit my chest.
I bled & discolored the waters.
From blue to white.
I fear the charm has left.
Bereft of red strings.
There was a dream.
You said,
I had a dream.
Of my animals &
sharp objects.
Now,
she says now & I?
I was familiar with later,
tell me how to lose & I
I'll start changing you.

A liquid shark live in
my glass house. who
held these hands which built this?
searching for anger snarling,
quick to investigate &
release. there it's found,
eaten & realized.
this is not his home
& I am smothered.
Can I sav?
I ask again.
I am standing, straining
for air,
abrasive winds cutting
into my shoulders.
An image lost & a breath
swallowed.

I smell **** in the alley of my heart's apartment.
Lush velvet footsteps.
Concrete torn spines.

The echoes of last year pierce my chest.

In her pool I make contact.

One burst of velvet.
A taste of electricity.
Dead from above & the water closes my throat.

Three days & I'm born again.
I'm found, forever inside.

The future favors me.

A grave new Hesperian devil.

& I.
& I retrieve one capital memory.
of fire dancing in my youth.
a flesh not mine searing.
& no flame genuine.

& I lie down.
on porcelain grains.
visions of smoke.
a stench.
a desire.
a dead circuit waking.
my brain knows defeat.

& you,
ask me,
if I soar?
beyond great lakes
& before steel corridors
above a muddy fortress
& below bell colored carriages.

there. above.
or below. but with me at least.
at last you rest.
at last you're warm.
they watch, they sing & I mourn.
I wake & we sleep.
on beds of white leather.

& I.
& I walk.
& I run.
& I see.
& I translate cosmic mysteries.
& I revere your pain.

Fight iron. Adjust the day's kick.
And kick and scream.

Dance, sing and shake
If necessary.

True love waits
It spins

..hiss..
(it spits)..
. . . . . . . . divine

But no one ever
sang or rhyme

My face blisters and bubbles
the collector at (of) midnight

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

my cupboard opens
my mask yes, sanitized
. . Me. .


What is love without us?

And draw the feeling of...


my voice sinking, falling

finally screaming at the bottom

...

outside in the courtyard
a raíndrop
collects all my thoughts

a brain spills
cosmetically
the owner shocked

remove your second tongue tie
speak clear

without a tear to drown your eyes

start in that precipice that separates innocence, ****** realization & that slippery ***** of *******.
@@@ a farm.
@@@ a wheat field.
@@@ a place free of distraction.
&&& an open place golden and ashen in color.
&&& a possible monolith
&&& maybe a tree, its branches reminiscent of those three sisters of fate.
@@@ there is dust or ash on the tree. It is collected over years.
Or it is collecting there now.
@@@ there is a monolith full of golden bars and it is burning
@@@ the monolith has been set on fire as a means to an end
@@@ Robert's parents die in this fire
@@@ Robert's parents die in vain hopes to secure his future.
@@@ Robert's parents die in vain hope to clean their past, to seal it. In other words to cut a loose string. In other words to tie a knot.
'

Jar mouth, your opening is not waste & free this curve.

Your wasted will stay dead.
Your wasted will remember.
Your wanted will return.
Staring at your potent weapons.  
Look through lead, end of tunnel.
****** adept.
You.
Scared of blank wrinkles.

This wave familiar. Step forward. It's beauty a secret shared tonight.
Begging & pleading wild ocean, on Earth I've learned all things you held & sold.
Dropping receipts & cowering behind dumpsters.

My focus secure, I drown in the crashing.

Nowhere you'll be.

Rust. Crates of dust spell love.

******* daggers fix your slips.
A thousand times this year.

The wounds on your heart claw at my desk.  

The black spills from your eyes.

We are left with a blue sadness.

My mouth opens destroying love. A fickle hinge waiting to rust.

Spit. Bring me life.

The police are coming tonight.

See the ink on my black denim jeans.

The boxes of empty.

You.

Panting.

Bloodied.  

Bruised.

A question will raise it's young.  

Above these confused waters.

Tranquil waters.

How will it speak when the day loves?

The nights with pool water.

Or speak secrets.


What is a memory if not dollars surrounds.

Earlier & earlier.

Proud guide arrive in decent.

Indecent time.

Stomach ace.

Three songs.

Stomach ache.



This bottle is a bit lighter.

Know its fall.

You've lost your glasses.  

A new terror.

Stop counting wedding rings.

Sand dawned.

Distillation.  

But.
.

But this sand un-stirred under the lake calls to us.  

My voice escapes its cave.

Flies with thoughts.

Sinks with you.

Wind dies.  

We lie.

Stop dear current.

Drain this home.

Search for initials.

Terror.

Find this new name. Understood. To be space.

Former years sagging.

Loosen our bounds.

Passing me in spirit.

Growing.  

Growing for each other.

Blue is now the future. I wait.

It is the one who held a key and
fell to Earth.

A fool. A coward and now a
priest.

What horror must I fund for your
world to collect me?

I'm unsure when security made
its way into my pants.

Lesions and twenty two packets
of salt.

A man and his automatic
   revolver.

A subscription to Penthouse.

But the most wonderful time is
my own.

Proof that hard work and tireless
effort yields errors.

Quoting your favorite movies and
collecting different tastes in
fetishes.

A fetus and a geisha collecting
dust in a temple.

What pulls the thread from the
wheel must remain untouched.

It is like a season of poor
choices.


But what must go stays unsaid.


Example.

A group of people, forgiven now.
A couple, elderly but with child.
A man behind the street unseen but from one degree. Another man alone and staying inside. And what could that be inside a person's garage.
Forgiven  
Moving on
In quietly asked hush3s a
nd the performance begin s

The couple hiding and asking others about things with state men's attache ed
Pull me in a huneed pulls and I then discover amateur
Ambidextrous men some women
You saw the water when realizing

to chase gone


The bluest rounds of something moving again. And then something else moved alone
And then I believe it to be something

A stranger thing to be sure and then later on a newer a tore opens.

Maybe on this do range thing a few digerremy things Wil happen

D then a new
Maybe the is a friend in there
Or
Maybe there is a f fiend out yhwrr.
#Tragedy

Three hours until I fall in love again.
Ask my dearest where they've been.
Travel & drink with the torn.
I'm coming home.
Oh Virginia.
Finish my castle to understand those sweaty nights.
Driving with tanks in my stomach.

I ask myself for death.
A final breath & fear quickens.
Rescue lives in this agony.

& so, I write these words on the flesh of your back.

The last transmission.
In Heaven you will wake again.
Your ******* will flee and your eyes will close.
Demora the shadow will fall.
The light will cloak and strengthen you.
Your sleep will not stay.
Greet each other with pockets overflowing.
I am woken from my sleep.
Every oil shed of your skin.
A stench to remind those of all forgotten.
Destroy the monument.
To the fallen.
Require no payment.
With this silence in my head.
An observation may run free.
In and out.
With pressure.
Never.
without.

Six hours ago my bones stopped stirring.
And now they scarcely ache.

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.

One to Emily.
One for me.
Three bullets.
Five victims.

Emily and me.
Another love and she.
And you.

I'm writing this for you.

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.

by way of the solemn.
more so than
by way of the brilliant.

emotions
not fully focused,
would perform deeds unaware,
evil impure, pooling and swirling.
young stagnant river, aging unnoticed under Missourian mountains.
take a stroll now to mend all your wounds.

from hope or pain you will close your eyes.

                                      coax today's life to a slumber.
                       know today's knife is your slumber.

I can describe no more detail.

take watch?
                      "no, not yet."
stand?
and we shall not kneel?
or bring arms for our raining March?
                      "no, not yet."
bend.

phantoms now.

over the timbered forests, a glow becomes a guide.

yes move towards and follow.
sever their source of medicines.
nod yes, smile while peace is burning.
cook fire
   and eat, drink to a merry dance.

a shadow watching you now.
your shadow so curious,
                                 betraying you now.

"home..."

cried for,
in wet gulps near black gulch filling
with you.
closest scarlet.

by way of the solemn, more so than by way of the brilliant.
it is tested again.
hypothesize
or abandon your
growing truth.

time proves its weight.
over and over.

this is now end.

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.

Something here causing mold.
Something changing in our voice.
Nothing strange, it's nothing noticed.
But it's not a thing that should remain so solid.
As solid in life, like facts. Those knowing there is strife.

"I believe this to be your own problem."
I tell my son this every night.
After dinner.
After his mother calls and after his mother moves to bathe the day's sores.
In bed my son recounts to me his good deeds and other's misgivings.
And I think of young women I should have ******.
I listen and ignore his requests for good advice.

Do my words contain a sedative-like effect?
Or they are amphetamines?
Neither, but poison?

"Only God Can Judge Me"

I tell the man with needle in hand these words I want as tattoos.

              Tomorrow is Tuesday.

And the most sobering thoughtlessness.
Wiped away by some nervous strike.

Tissue pillow and the awakening with your sun.
Window spirals and glosses this beauty. This sweet birth by a child's hand. A tin roof and glass walls.

Cancel event.

We decide to sleep.

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.

When you remember me.

Here I am. Just as a promise.
Yeah...
still imperfect.

Yeah here I am, watching all those men say hello without goodbyes.

And here I am, a bit more together now.

Yeah I called, just to say my life folds together, inward now.

And yeah I called.

But not to tell you how pretty
and empty they're becoming.

I called to say that I called to say...

                         (I've)

Tending to a kitten's cry and not my oily hair.

Her eyes burn with an intensity
that yours never could.
And I feel alone.
With this frame, this pain, this agony.

I figured benzos.
But they burn oh,
Emma.

And love.

I pick at the scars in my heart.

Again.

I feel the twitch in your fragile hands.

You just need to think this through.

Throwing down your veins.

They're empty, useless & you're hurt.

And I am driven for the great state that you hate.
No love for the furthest love.
What was that, it is now mine.
Constructing airways. Acknowledgment backfires.
I'm driving slow for reasons.
We storm the failures.
Deny accents, pressure & tolerance of age.
May it destroy your hair filled art.
No, losing sound and sleep.

With all the locks secured, having noticed my security, a voice whispers and life becomes complete.
Fleeting words, passion tumbles from the ceiling. With epiphanies, little rooms left bare for my own discoveries. The life of rhythm is disrupted. A new medicine for use in moderation.
A guitar, fragile with echoes of perfection.
But what else is there to keep?
A sunset fades and a new line is born.
This is what we truly want. This is freedom and a chance for options.
Xyz.
Consequence sings and I sleep.
My mask becomes me and we wake. But is there something else?
Complete with losing my mind before the moments find you.
Two songs play in the kitchen and my choice remains unsung.
Heros rush in and civilians wake.
Peace moves toward the light.
A silk blouse for the funeral. Only to fall far down the grave.

With a gift I move forward and destroy myself.
A beating of youth'youth's innocence.
The curve shivers and cradles this loss in rigid angles.
Doorknobs above this plane twist and turn in strange resonance.
Light removes our square from its rest.
The curve remembers this and falls in haste. Searching for new ground.

A page turns. A movement is born.

This hole opens. Chambers become themselves thrice over.

Feel free to

******

Finish

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.

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.

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.

It hurts where? Yes, it will hurt everywhere.
Stethoscope there in the room with stainless surfaces and a ticking,
No it is a tapping behind the walls stirring the blood snared along with something inside of me.
Potions and cures, then sealed containers of flowers and beakers locked away remain motionless.
As if hiding, as if afraid.
Rather, enlightened of the cells I carry.


Befriend the gallops of illusion.
Four horsemen down from the failing ceiling.
Postmarked dollhouse, scars on the ceiling, echoes joined to you at the hip.
Scars of the disease you carry and sprinkle onto chests like so many children's agony.

Hooves carry eyes to scan this barren nest of yours.

There,
the ruins of something innocent.

And there,
the photos of some memory discarded.

Assured with the reality that creation of life is but fantasy here, unattainable.


The innocent fall.

Smiling as they enter, your charms masking the smell of your closet's skeletons, a door revolving unhinges.

The coins you receive, coated in thumbprints and neglect. Mirrors of your frame.
A currency, your own currency of moans and gnashing.
Your small teeth becoming your permanent incisors.
Crumbling.
Powder then paste, yet you remain alive.

They become your master for sixty nine dollars.
They became your lover for want of a token.

Tokens forged in the booth appearing near noon.

Nothing else or again.

Then the drummer moves to erase the music of your past.

A vat overfilled with murmurs and spittle.

Your finished symphony.

when I was a boy
I knew I
liked you best

but time undoes things
& rots
the very best


if I were a boy
I'd like
to

Think
about
what's next

I'd use my
sharpest blade
& groom you in your nest

but I'm just a girl
who's failed

o'er & o'er..


passed  your tests

and you're just a boy
pawing at my chest

my chest
under cover,

it,

sweet

or swell

enter

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.

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.

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.

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

Three hours until I'll fall in love again.

Drive through the river black. Crawl home & ask "Would?" to all strangers with foreign coin. A royal breath to understand this sadness. Steel risk sets a new face for this journey.

Lover, a hole opens in the universe & we step lightly to the side. Heavens pour forth, searching for this true love. Rapture is born & we taste it's clean purity.

Monstrous fumes bellow, their source, a simple treasure chest. Inside, the flame still burns. Sun-scarred eyes. Love steals the rot from my bones, a simple frame keeps me here.

Take in this amazing night.

To celebrate another's punishment. 

I ***** the tears and remove myself from the responsibility. 

His affliction toasted. 
****** with the cadence of your emptiness. 

Above and behind you. 
She pants and dances. 
Pointing to a staircase spilling over. 
An empty cup. 
Twisting humans. 

The lights glistening and the marble gleaming. 
The night haunting and the tenants moving. 

For all this to happen we perish. 

We press on. 

Banners of bruises and the bones broken. 

A neck brace removed with the blossoming tiara. 

Grow your hair for the cutting and the dyeing. 

Undress your shame and zip your spine closed. 
Your ***** exposed.
Your back broken. 

From the crumbling of two hearts your void is filled. 

Admit. 
The killer is not what we've seen. 
The last is not yet behind. 

The mothers sear with thoughts of love. 
The layout between the next time and this irreparable present. 

Your toes curl as your head falls back. 
Severed with steel and your face molten and mended. 

This bed with these hollow walls brought you leave. 

Believe me when I say this distance is what kills. 
If you crawl maybe in time you will learn. 
Maybe with pain you will grow. 

Under Death's watchful I weep and create myself clean. 
I clip my tail and scorch my bliss. 

And simply because this passed means you'll exist. 
Take your lies and lose your story. 
Starve and tell me you need more. 
I want you to admit. 

Contract and stare at the angry sky. 
Grieving with the stricken roots bled deep. 

Repeat and repeat for repetition's sake. 

Open your throat and flood the desert with your pity. 
Drown in your newfound ocean. 
Die for a sake beyond girders and fasteners.

The ember will burn forever. 
Forgotten. 
Alone and with nothing to shine upon.

Srpt  twentu secibd

I should be writing.
Serpent.
A violin makes your hands bleed.
But that heat in my chest should make your waters break.
And maybe later my assumption will grow into a child.
Oh it is not enough.
Heading what you've said into a stale, infertile land.
With mono, you delay our introduction.
Baby, be my baby girl.
Count a blessing in your hands.

I'm not paranoid anymore.

I believe in angels now.

Yes, belief is strong now.

Cleaning out your father's den and I'll stare you down.

It was two hundred.
Not one hundred.

Two hundred miles per hour I drove his brain into a coffin.

His poor mother so alone on that glass table.

Be I above.

Or below.

She remains beautiful.

Her lips on my chest.

But baby, sweet angel...

I'm listening.

Watching your lips move over and over.

It's not a knife I belong to.

You know as they do.

My dear, sweet little muse.

One hundred and twenty days of your torture.

I'm coming back.

It was good to know I wasn't coming back.

Stay my animal.

Believing now that we are born pure.

Or impure.

Whichever secures my mouth on your throat.

Darling.

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.