The lottery opens for the elderly. A line of i.o.u's, cleaning lessons and instructions. The diagnostics and tattoos. Hidden for now. Same to you. Pleasantries. Very fond of the pulp. Seperated. Outside the glass. Hello. Her voice buzzes. My rusp confirmed. I belong. To the night of outside steps. Crystal vials. One sand. One liquor. One teardrop. Pendants for torn down. Furniture. To observe. Chastise classic chimera.

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

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.

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.

That stamp that is laced.

up there with sentiment, sweet kiss gifted

mine eye, the milky scar

now none know Fall without pain


nuzzle nuzzle
loneliness struggles


with bright worms

lush snow blesses death

together now


our song in dark soil
shrieks and tears


together now

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.

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 i crawl with these degrees
and i dress real casual

and i break your pretty jaw

and in a cell i nurse my heavy wounds

on my chiseled shoulder

and i sit

think
'
wonder how

you got away with

it

wonder how im alive

because love

kills all

Wondering if I should continue engraving my name on these fables.
I should give up.
Or I will start.
I wait for the midnight to move.
Sleeping for her newest hour.
This point brings me no higher.
With this fortune I move every warlock in this world.
Pictures worth many words.
Letters not worth burning.
Over all the words, the few strikes of the storm.
Jumping from dilated memories.
This is enough erasing.

And in these mosquito filled treetops.
The light born of curiosity, destroys.
A nervous pause.
Heels swell and bones break.
A whisper over.
& the paper is valued.
Jets fight the bullet, bitng.
Finding earnings with each tumble.
A trip to observe.
Exhaustion.
Breath born.
A residue over the lens.
Cleaned in precious movements.

I've never shamed discord into melody.

Yet I've never made my here alone.

Those nights which really aren't.

In hurry, a thousand mistakes breathe life into iron lungs.

The vessels of such

smile

& bring their infancy quicker towards Death.

On a pale, clean night.
Tires screech.
Waking me.

I won't know if you fall.
I wouldn't know if you struggled.
Still would not know if you've tried.
I've heard of your gasoline sippings.
& your fertility fading.
Hearing more of your legs.
Your twisted nose.
Evident now that it's grown.

"to say I love you"



tears walk away from my heart


a new series of terror


you hold fifty one vials of my blood

loving you and waiting


something ****** the soil

the cattle continue missing organs

it's too much to drive

the pastor says he's been waiting for me

it's pretty much what you choose now

blue eyes
fruit only the river could hold

we chew onions from the Amish

one week later and I'm not strong enough

we eat

summer withdraws her claws

twelve wives and eight of them pure

it's your choice the pastor says again


that prophet speaks into my perfect ****


it's the neighbors next I'm told

and thanks for asking




-------------------------------------------

fifteen years later and there ain't a bullet which could take me down

it's two lines for every buck I don't have

there's a look now

--------------------


convinced it ain't me touching

-------------------

into the red clay

tarnished steel coos



brassy nose learning to mask a smile

it's twenty two to life he tells me

these sins you commit, it'd be worth it

try as i smile
he breaks my resolve


it's ten years ago and you ask where'd I lose that tooth


that barn all but burnt

it's four years and death threats

threats but none so close

a gift you told me

a promise comes later

after the flower for the pence

after the deathwish
it's but the only wish

I killed you a long time ago

it's just a bag of trash

inside are things unwanted


with that out of my chest

i ask replace it

with an old sweet dream

it's the wolves' fangs
a sight akin to my bladder losing itself

and it's your smile
that contains my heart

-------------------------------------------------------


­covered in a sheet of ice
thinking for so long the morgue was where i'd finish my first smoke
life burns out and death moves forward
a war is won with footsteps retreated, muddy & unaccounted for





it was my horse's tooth

'tis not that legendary silver fang

even now i taste you
weak and acrid in my happiest cups

much to remove

you

being such a series of

flashing lights

barking and hollering

defending and pleading

resurfacing and resurfacing

Baby tell me where'd you ever learn
To  waltz back into my life
It all becomes alright.
All of you know how much it hurts.


When it doesn't feel like we're even.
Don't know if I can make you see.
It understands the distance between a woman and a man.

So tell me how far it is
And how you can love like this

I've been two thousand miles dead.

Darlin', won't you let go.

My soul, let me know.

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.

Dive deep inside me.
Before black became white.

Pink with all my one's new love.
Possession date.

Somewhere after.
Somewhere scarlet.

Pushing pencils into skulls, releasing the wills of high noon slumber.

Closing my eyes, New York is found.
Opening my hopes & lowering my head to pillow.

A slip, a pill, a transport's operator.
Such a structure filled with bones and blood.
Sometime today, my layers shift.

Awaken for inspection.
This mirror never cracked.

New lose.

Sullied dramatist.
Resting ill-famed.

Fitting healthy portraits over wicked loughs.

Entering this storage.
Silent locks, silent enclosure.


My hair thins.
Loses glow.

My gums decide.

Rejecting ancient bones from behind my cracking lips.

Beauty does fade.

True love with the past.
Nothing .

In the morn, my clothes are burning, my incision is bleeding.

An ***** less, now I am whole and complete circle of life.

With my kidney, a child was torn.




Small stain to clean & forget.

Resting forever behind my eyes.

This pillow, a temporal crib.



In my hands, holding the bloodstained square of linen.

Bloodline prospers.
Scars run gene deep.

Our history's beauty, surfaced in the pool of life.

Power and degeneracy.

From high to low, the fall is the same.

Soon to say, high school is your Mecca.

A watery sauce.

A nail with grit.

& a stomach soon to sag, filled with sweets & *****.

Do yourself a favor & call me by my name.

Never a child before.

bag of ash in the air
one tin can
wrap each pipe with roots
dig up the mint

No drive
Yeah
Answers with many many words

Wash away tonight. 
Dear carcass with the flaxen hair. 

With the myopic eyes now colorless, stare at the bottom of love's sea. 

The endless highs and lows of a joyous grievance. 
Invited in tonight for the price of a glass. 


Sharing this bottle dear nursery. 


Change of tone. 
Change of pace. 


Focus on this moment. 

I am told to be a father now. 
Over the electric line severed and replaced with towers so empty. 

The news ripples and disperses in only me. 

What else could it do?

Stay my feet. Move me forward. 

I am not able to stop sipping from this cup of horrors. 
She envies my numbing. 
And I sip further and deeper. 

Every inhalation. 
And with every seed spilled. 

Onto your belly. 
Or into our womb. 

With every ecstasy. 
Your memories sink deeper. 

But what is to come when the pain spills here and there?

And when you walk alone in the cold, who is there to suckle with?


I can't believe. 
Of all the hearts I've consumed, yours floats here now. 

And there is no return to Grace with these seas flooding my heart. 

All my hopes and fears, bereft with the swit blow downward. 
Ascension performed and the mess is dropped. 

The blood spilled and a trail of me onward home. 

Am I?

On flat tires, two hundred miles per hour.
A foreign language becomes illusion no more.
Fade & bring yourself out.

A cleare picure when the squinting is mastered.

Master this & you will sink ships.

The hollow below my eye, filling with darkness to flaunt a stolen memory.

Fall down with the chains of your wrists.
Broken  reflects in thousand shard beauty.
I've found that splinters are calm.
Hunting deer.
Hunted runs home.
Felt in growing stains.
Reach.
My glass, sheltered.
It is no break yet.
Not without your little dog.
Your little pain.
All night saying.
Be different & open.

All night I say that this is not.

And only yesterday I played this game.
Serial drifts.
Everything you love, never wanted.

I'm seeing now as we speak.
Just clutch your head.
Clutch and strap.

Be a cradle for yourself.

Your breath stained louse.

Assuming language I'm not seeing.
Coming, resting under your house.

The wind raining, shaking my will acerbic.
Now I.
Under your bones.
Dusty willows shedding.
No reason for your family's passing.
Which giant now?

We're joining.
We've joined.

Talked alone
in halls nestled by tree top paradisos.

Thank you for moving, your bruises scared me.
Release them, divide them, spend us on yourself.
Tell them to show us your heart.
I feel so far reversed.
It's not yesterday.

Shivering paint cowered and dry

Peeling the witnesses back and taking the dry fruit from inside

So what was is now a blistered and simpler time

Humming a tune to understand and believe a strange omen exists out there

In the blue darkness and in the reddish orange shadows a stranger washes his lovers' hands

What could be, I wonder and what will be

So a blue tricycle sits alone
An infant's coffin collecting grass

The soul bubbles and graves are pushed outward

A blossom most appropriate for the New Year

And tonight they stayed, spoke of their dreams and crushes

One speaks of a vacuum


One far away dissolving stars and thinning water filled moons

The future is a pile of sand
Sad and uncollected

The water becomes oil and eyes close and leave the head to sleep




#Tragedy

As I chant into this *****'s teeth
my solemn vigil is cheated.

& it seems that the ones with no power were correct.
That the ones who held me so low & close selves so high
they were true.

Correct

My story was false.
Misunderstanding that I didn't understand.

I'll be busy in the bathtub.

What have I done.
I have scratched the window.
This window scratched. Boiled photographs.

Just a few lines.
Just dropping by.
Balance it.
Neustadt.
But it's small tragedy here on my rnd, visit your end.
Yeah flowers so.

Also, I mean.

Misplacing all of the failed products. Longevity concerned, I care only for you. 

The oak's mortar cages new flowers. The cabin's perimeter gives death to fallen seeds. 

My eyes do not see. 

Before I speak, our campfire will host a bear's curiosity. 

With haste, flesh and bone become not. The smoke will linger. 

I press my ear to each pipe and listen to dreams of fortune and misfortune unabsolved. 

Pause. Witness the birth of my first love. 

My eyes peer too deep. The line frays. Precious ink is spilled in effort to scribe this Fate once again. 

The young doctor, eager to please, pulls my love too soon. My stillborn future. The ache grows strong. 

Torture is to be with one. Tasting my every conquest as needles, replaced with each new draught. 

Lost is the tunnel producing such ash. May its methods be forgotten. 

Your cage soothes my body. Temporal souvenir to our nights shared in sweat. 

Tell me you have a chance unspent. Love is never easy. Spending it in the backseats or in the inn, just tell me. 

It takes a captain to steer this ship. 

Avert your gaze to the husk of the Kodiak. Memory sparks conversation 'twixt us. 

Past deeds taint her innocence. But the blackness never darkens when devouring light. 

Enlightenment is nothing to speak of. Today is a peace. Close to battle my margin's leavings. 

My breakings of the law. A wizard's construct. 

My posture will retrieve your witness. Farewell my only sculpture. Veins misplaced. 

Our poles are pure. Adversity in his age. 

Separate from your image, fickle love. 

All of these words to confess the revation of my sight restored. I always hope you've stayed true. 

Perfect dream. Thieving silo. Joyous halo, how much stronger your ore will become. 

Challenges in the hammering. Perceive the bitings of the fingernails. A day left alone. 

Where am I these days? In a place far from worry. 

In the wilderness. Or the sequestered stables of the city. 

I may not speak again. 

With this closer feeling I stray towards a life of acquisition. 

Lead me my true love. 

Grant me decay and mercifully first, your poison.

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.

Share stars.
Name me.
Share stars & crew in silence.
Violating geometry.  
You Pierce me.
Odorless.  
Formless soul.
Questions hang near your pink temple.
I fade betrayed.
Again.

Like a baby's mouth you suckle.
Amber treat.
Place hold with demise darling.

Smile with me.
Jump in.
Frame smaller than this nest.

pray tell which soul needed conquest

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.

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.

Let us watch your demise.
One thousand or two thousand syllables to flush from my heart.
The images may also vanish.
Oh
this isn't that new of a thing.
A story to tell.
Be still please.

I am removing your troubles.
Become more still.

I am injecting pleasantries.
Moving from my core.
Into your pores.
A river of warm oil.
And try very hard now to see yourself in these words.
Or the cliches inbetween.

Deep down you pray to a lord.
Falling prey to girls and boys and infant's stillness.

We've all said.

Women grow from your heart and ghosts form in their shadows.

The heat in the wood.
The nourishing crumbs.

A transition.

A stolen set of locks.
Binding the kingdom to Heaven.

It could be so still.

We are a few characters short.

Speaking, telling no stories.

Share stars.
Name me.
Share stars & ***** in silence.
Violating geometry.  
You Pierce me.
Odorless.  
Formless soul.
Questions hang near your pink temple.
I fade betrayed.
Again.

Like a baby's mouth you suckle.
Amber treat.
Place hold with demise darling.

Smile with me.
Jump in.
Frame smaller than this nest.

Throw your little pearls.
Cast away these seasoned trends.
Come closer, find me.
The wrinkles sank in.
Cracked deserts guiding you here.
Turn these stones. Dive in.
Untangle your kots.
goodbye to the fallen doors.
Procure forgiveness.
Malicious intent.
Breaking glass over paper.
Oh, I've ever lied?
Depression fleeing.
Finger on the silver lines.
Here for kings and queens.
Sharpen me up.
Never for the froever.
With my brains removed.

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.

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.

If I am wrong.
If I am wrong.
Woe,
for what is done must come undone.


The ash behind our eyes forgiving guesses, non-English.

Her hands never knowing if A will equal A.

There are few roads to find.
A camouflage repeats the mistake and the sun is brought flowers.

Two pink trills beneath my dark moon.
Order her a newer face it will take away what hurts.
Me staying along the bank to hear the new king's words.

Tell me I have left of what I guessed to be my life.

I'll continue picking parts from the rusting owl.
My mouth with your blue lips I know now just how coarse.
I know that I'm far off course.

True. Truer aim.
And I now turn the key where graves are not.

The potter

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.

He names the vice
I name the price
With this we find

I refrain

Comfort for me
Replace these words with love
and we discover happiness

And you

and I become

Beautiful charred emotion

Pulled from that molten shore of an early earth

This will never end because I want more

If we had a brain we could regret
If we had a heart we would heal

Nay the spring slash summer pulls us internal

Nay it's you

You
So curious

And so evocative

Of man of
Woman
Of a soul

Still a flea

A voice here could want to sing

There in this polymer quietness

Bite my tongue, tear it out
Blink an eye

Unearthed that knowledge

I'm running out of time

And you run

And I'm still running for my life

I was fifteen
I was twenty four
I was eight and almost thirty

Me now eternal

And I'm still running for my life

Of alternate conception.
None to say that wisdom lays alone.
None to retrieve an egg or a ****.
She pulls away all the horrors.

And her eyes become blue.

Crystal proven tears.

Bolts and matches.
No match for bolts and matches.
A star under the burnings of the floor.
Black bold face tea.
Trim the hands.
A boat for small and easy jobs.

Somehere I run and somewhere I move.

Never a knew question.
Or be them known.

On colorful rocks.
Rocks colored with your face.
Rocks before color and these are again.
Rocks believe the promises.

Rocks do not move for Heaven.
Crumbling, a tight holding.



Maybe something stranger and a something much more than this.

This has been your still birth.

You need not be more.

Retry and compute and restore and believe.

Love just won't know.
I've tried the two year old plan.

It is age now.
Time moving and the stillness of completion.

By your cycle and by your side.

My
mouth
bleeds.

My mouth crumbles from heat.
& when I sleep at night, my window opens.

Winter creeps in & steals the warmth of your memory.

Smothering only hope & rewriting my repose,

My hollow form, now torn, twisted.

I am man again.

All the same.

I'm no thread scarring your dreams.

Sensibly I seek strength.

& hover towards that lonesome window.

& bolt it's cold steel latch.

& stumble.

Through the frosted pane.

Into deep liquid night, my eyes close.

Monday to forget Sunday and Saturday.
Tuesday to plan Wednesday.
Thursday to remember Thursday.
Friday.

In the bathroom I polish my mirror.
Turning the hourglass wondering what I've lost.

"You've found nothing and so, you've lost nothing."

The voice of angel Death.
Heard only when I lose consciousness under bath water.
Rise again, search for God's scrutiny.
Wipe my eyes, blot my nose.
I fail to glimpse my siren.

Ah, a time to reflect.
A collection to publish.
A thought to be sharpened.
No.

Only words to be ignored.,