Bitter knife glitter
little knife bite
Brilliant shard litter
blood in black night
Brittle nerve flicker
Flit-- oh ****-- sicker
And sicker pale bright
Moon in sky-- Fright
Trick or treat slither
Slither from sight
A slight serpent sliver
whispering white.
Silent slight serpent
Fangs embittered bite
Little knife bite.
Brittle nerve flicker.

Spiral in the irises my dreams do
down into the pupil gaping wide
what goes to hide
it stays inside

In tepid wanter rot the mortal fools
No one knows why.

In livid water boil angry souls.
They explode.
From the pressure
*it stays inside

Down into the pupil gaping wide
like dreams do

I say 'long ago'
They say
'You're twenty.  What do you
know of time?'

Well.  I know it's measured in moments
Not seconds

Heartbreak not heartbeats.

And I know, though it drags on and on
There is never enough.  

That is what I know of time.

Arms arms breaking forward each pore a door
Escape the whole
Eyes eyes multiplying, constantly eyeing
The ground below
Me, I’m just standing --aside, the bridge to nowhere
As the stars like little lanterns hold their fire back with pains --panes?
And I, I’m just watching -- let the wind whisper do the talking
Or is the sway of shadow trees, a laughter is it mocking
The black crows with their bright beaks bursting from each layer of skin
With their dead eyes that I find such strange comfort in?

today passed like a dream
a lit match smothered by skin
a raindrop ****** into a stream
a heartbeat a blink a promise

you don't like reflection well
I hate to tell you darling but the
truth doesn't look good on you
the reason you have nothing to say
is because I am right
Each word that drips from my curving lips
Will only eclipse whatever lies your mind sips
because your heart skips and then your tongue trips
because I am right.

And you pass like a dream
a lit match smothered by skin
a raindrop ****** into a stream
a heartbeat a blink a promise
Because you did promise.

But I knew enough about people
to expect nothing
And you met my expectations.
So I really am...right.

Others have a before, before the aftermath
A past to look back on, a child in the mind
They mourn their lost purity
The fleck in their eye gone flat
The dulling of imagination and sharpening of
The ache everpresent

But I have no before.  There is no moment
No mindset to look to, cry -- bring that back
Bring me back to innocence!  No, for I lack
That yesterday...

yet my today is not dull
And I’m not yet full
Of grey dreams, grey hairs, grey blood
My blood yet runs red
And for each drop I’ve bled
And for each step I’ve tread
And for each word I’ve said
And for each hell I’ve wed
There is no before.  No past to look back on.
No virginity to mourn.

So was I just like this
from the day I was born?
Have I forgotten the taste
Of innocence...
Or have I, for everything, not lost it,
not yet been dragged to life by the sharp kiss of Reality?

I'm sorry to waste your time.
It isn't a big deal.
It's just life you know
Maybe it's not even real
I'm sorry to waste your time
You have better things to do
I'm not even sure of
What I want from you
I'm really just burning time
Which is a little funny
Because people get paid for time
And I wouldn't burn money
But I just keep burning time
I don't know what remains
I don't know if it burns faster
For chaos, chasms, pains.
I don't know if I am master
For these time-fueled ember rains
Which actually...have eaten up
The space for me to say
Whatever I was thinking of
Before you walked away.