Like the wind that slivers through the curtains, casting out feeble dancers
               I glide to the window, casting out shadows of black and tears.
                     And loosen a ribbon tainted with a desolate cancer.
                                     I cry with abnormal fear.

lay your hands
on my body
where you left
an indelible mark
where you sculpted and chiselled
this now inert
block

at night
i cannot wait
to fall into
the phantom arms of you
wispy limbs
given substance only
by memory

then
close my eyes
and have my mind
play reels of colourful dream


i drank in the night
the fermented fruit
of fantasy

i woke to the sight
of blinds guarding me
from the harshest of lights
sober
stale
reality

so i see

our words were vacant
our thoughts brimmed
our words
only
empty clauses
filled with pregnant pauses

On the loneliest of days I close my eyes.
I close them and trace my sheets with my fingertips
And try to feel your skin instead.

I bury my head into my pillow at night
As I do your chest mid embrace
When I need a good sigh.

On the loneliest of days I close my eyes.
I close them and remember the way
You kiss my dimples when I smile.

I can still feel the tingling
Left from every single kiss
Placed on the tip of my nose.

On the loneliest of days I close my eyes.
I close them and remember that very soon
These feelings will hold weight again.

See you soon.

Ghosts fall at the altar
For you on loan,
Begging to be taken home
stop her! stop her!
Leave our throne.
Ghosts don't help
When you're
Alone.

early morning and
we will make it fast
with the words and
training awakened
thought. of Heaven,
of Hell, of destruction
concerning elder proph-
ecies and speculations on
the existence of man for
the past couple aeons.
and prevalent forces flow
through energetic lines of
muscle mass, each a heart-
string of the wholly vessel
not yet turned carbon. and
now we repeat of prior state-
ment of I the Destroyer.
consuming of the firmament
so that the rest of the yeast
is thrown into some Darwinian
existence. (of which, I probably
eviscerated actual meaning)
consume, consume, and move
onward towards a larger chunk
of the firmament. and early mourning,
early turning on of the greater light
that is the electrical charge of
this vessel's circadian rhythm.
and moving on, moving back into
self-reticence. and i give myself,
i give myself alone. and please,
oh please, destroy me of what
i once was of a past life.

i find it funny how
    most people
             who don't know me
assume that
  i live in a town, city
                 somewhere plush
     or maybe the back streets
where i do what i want

but no, i live
         twenty minutes drive
out of a small town
                    on a dairy farm
      two hundred cows

                   where i work
just as hard as my brothers
               we get paid for our work
  smaller amounts than others
          but still
                            we're made to work
  parents of course

then when i'm not working
       out on the farm
               either milking cows
    or fixing random problems
                collecting wood
  moving cattle
                              the list goes on

         i'm cooking
                    cleaning
   getting the jobs done
                      or our parents, again
become frustrated
      and take something away
                      from us
so i work
       as to not loose you

because i know
     one day i'll be out of here
and you're where i'll
                        be going
and i can't wait