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.

Suddenly my life isn't all that it was meant to be.
No good doings and no Hell that I've come back from.
And a plane flies, people asking why it has to be like this.
It's just another day.
Take the guesswork out and you will know what you've been dealt.

Her lipstick falls off.

A shimmering substance,
A tear falls, your powdery limbs & and ******* melt,
the perfume spoiling is a sickening way to lure and rock your mind full of distant graves and more distant roots,whispering ,
screaming but after your eyelashes kiss.

Lips I feel lighter notes and sweeter songs are due best to avoid, awards jangle from the greying clips and scraps below your softer feathers.

Oh?
Is this cashmere, a feeling lost to below the old world?

Pray-chance tell me it is,
the knife and my pool of blood underneath my heart,
just above the parking lot.

In the bar,
my eyes
kiss pool cues.
In time I'll walk away.

As in cargo ships.
Fear takes pictures below.
My heart lies in stone ballasts.
Saving letters.

I burn it down.
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.

A message for disbelief. The sea is alkaline. In response to your disturbances, I've wasted a day. This sea is bathed in safety. Without these years I'll plead to be devoid.

just like yesterday
wake up today
feels like you
bruised and ******

just like today
felt like yesterday
is that pain

truth and drugs

influence

yesterday
awake
blue

today
awake
i've changed

it's hate

Forgetting I am fugitive.
A new scar on your soul.
All the heartbreak I stand to inflict

The sirens beg.
Choking.
For the understanding below paling flesh.  
A spoonful of sugar over this fantasy.  
Brown blood pressures the cell's telephone calls.  
That word is mistaken.  
The lies to bring sunset into sunrise.  
When the capital fails and the rest is wax. my search can stall.  
O' and bone,  oil and bone.  This luxury tinned.  Beat warm, earn the warning.  
Lude rests and he sleeps and he falls into me.



Fall asleep sutured life.
Wake a corpse in the graveyard.  
A scar to shine bold.


No jewelry to tell my troubles with.  
A skirt nests between zero and one.  
Cinder block or wood. My back arches. My back twists. The bed shadows my guilt.  Waving and flapping above my head.  
Donate your own home. Your wounds for the increase in volume.  Guilt watches the river and trembles.  



Forgotten anchor.
For the mass has replaced you.
The last transmission.

Abuse.
So tell me this sea has you today.
It's this sea that's so deep in you.

Abusing you.
There is nothing we can do.
You are drowning.
                                   (SOS)
We will bury your corpse in what we feel is love.

The last transmission. I've burned my oldest friend. All of these numbers are lonely. You say, all of this heat is smothered. And for me to lift and never be able. Crawl around the back and shine your light to bring again the wake. And there is no one digging. There are no hills for you to sever, Every land you raise will settle. A camouflage stain slowly in the forest. Starting with Jung, staying quiet with few hopes of weapons. Feel the vague spectacle. Beyond your scope. The sun draws mistaken. A lie for the evening. This is no warmer. This is not you leaving.

Stop.
She lights a cigarette and continues driving
Jesus is the answer, as she pulls away.

"memories may occur "
Over the phone she reads to me the massage parlors' brochures.

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.

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 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 is there to keep?
A sunset fades & a new line is born.
This is what we truly want.
This is freedom & the choice of options.
Consequence sings as I sleep.
My mask becomes me & we wake.

But is there something else?

Complete & full in the moments of before. Losing my mind for the sake of finding you.
Two songs play in the kitchen and my choice remains unsung.
Soldiers rushing in & civilians waking peaceful towards the light.
A silk blouse for the funeral only to fall far down the grave.


With a gift I move forward & destroy myself.

.

this breath.
what will one breath create?

or is my breath an altar?
my lungs enter more treacherous waters.

words roll.
break
and crash.
across your neck, flooding you now.

tightness.

slow and deliberate, my wrath comes today.

today now I watch.
no, I struggle for a line of her miracle.

this...
no, not quite...
no, this...this.

this peace removed
from oil and cleaned with oil,
dryed by human hand and
made dull with soft cloth.

justice surrounds me.
examples include steel and glass.
plastic vial. cotton within.
caught it waiting.


an egg sac introduced under skin.
and inside there's now plastic.
a womb dried in a village burnt.

                    Lord Almighty, lacerations and bonds tightening.

hidden in the spine (with hot glue & cross-stitching),
my old eyes make real
silvered ashen memories.

people looking at me.
people searching through me.

feel it at dawn.
                       (or you?)
and again before sleep leaves me behind.
                       (or before sleep, leave me behind.)
the Sandman's eyes open, now meeting mine.
                        (I'll leave mine behind.)

I could find Death!
I will hunt with your umbrella.

mistaken there in the waste can, also there behind that church wall.
now, stop for a day or is it today?

                           "sleep
                                                                                           (  blank area  )
                                                                                              small space
                                                                                         (  white border  )

                                       and dream"

                                                                her darkness moved my hand.

woken with force.
with a message to accept, but I
do not understand.

I should have listened closely,
but I do not speak the land.

                             's

falling raindrop, soon I'll be inside.
if night or day comes, that's when...
                       that is when I'll decide.

ah, sun's light on my face.
escort drives past, I've not seen nor forgot.
  "abandoned something"

I lower this spine, while watching thin heels
descend the three stairs.

my jacket I'll bring.
full moon shivering chills.
my spine will fold, will regrow, will develop sentience.
I would leave it behind.
the umbrella was bitter Fantasy's product.

goodnight sweet Prince.


some time for me, more about me.
my disfigurement.
my new itch to scratch.

the sun shines, rests sometimes in the instant
I close my good eye
or in the moment
I close my bad eye.
  one eye for clarity, my other for scrutiny.
      I use both for ascending.
where is this place now?

  is it there between the concrete growing?
                                        or perhaps in that warehouse spilled,
                                        no I should say spilling.

do not escape from light.
even coffins need guests, yes.
nothing grows without soil.

from nothing, soil grew without soil.

but...

                                        maybe now is not a time to tell you.

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.

Lungs for my freedom torn brothers I pray. 
God I mention and you join this curse. 

I have thoughts to make sure. 
To think I am overthinking. 
To say I love you. 

Became one flesh. 
From the bones of my other. 

And from one test we're wounded. 

Weep now between paychecks. 

Spill no tears and mix not against your wish. 
It is broken. 
A cycle broken. 

My teeth against steel. 

The promise of you and your burning. 

As I kneel alive. 
As I realize. 

My mouth open. 
With jaws hanging. 

In the second between one and two temples hollowed. 
Without consent. 

My funeral entire. 

From the purpose I scream. 

Your withering contact. 
My wrists closed cross threaded. 
And the time will prove mortality. 

Burn the fields and drown your firstborn. Wound the venom and pray. 

For Heaven I mention your name. 
How our lies have joined and brought us whole.

Lesen.
Je suis si triste.
Déchiffrer.


For what I deserve.

Waste my time.
Wait twelve seconds.
Wait with me.
Bringing to tables what they've feared.
Emerge from the shade.
Slivers I squeezed into.
It's a wonder I wait so long to enter.
In the tomb I stain my eyes, collecting truth.
Three hours, a sunrise for us.
Two more and this moment will mean something.
A tear of mine before, your torrent secured with the final push.
Do you see yourself near the fire?
See yourself near their backs.
Breathe in and cut out all this Earth.
I could know where you've prospered.
Receipts sit in a monastery trash bin.

These are required.

Our house was broken into while I slept and died.
Poorly vented incontinence.
People begin isolation from teachers and students.

Some holding children hands.
Some who hack away their friends.
Husbands, girlfriends, etc.
Unaware of their children.

the farthest branch.
assures us there is life.

where chatter swells in sight of gold.
where a raccoon sees clouds, but no sun.
the moon reflects
lifeless, controlling planes & folds foreign.
even if so
his reach would only meet his grasp.
but it can not be this way.
the clouds move & swell.
protecting us from ourselves.
from bizzare nebulas & unknown entities.
harbingers of death originating
from our silky cigarettes & lean machines.
inside the heavens, golden & blue.
beyoned the heavens there is a degree of souls,
all souls asking each other & us the same questions.
why this way?
if you loved me,
it would not be.
further into God's home,
the things deep in his rivers & far down his roads say,
if you loved me, together we'd stand.
the cobwebs run behind the shadows placing my hand near sight.
i see divine, everlasting life.
how can it be so?
i do not move mountains.
my blood does not course from me sweet as wine.
i am here as the jaguar.
black as night.
untouched by morning's warmth.
unseen by our sun's eye,
who stays my eternal enemy,
yet always in my heart, my sleep.
alone he sits.
far away.
telling us forever,
never tiring,
if only you loved me.


the copper straightens itself holding mountains together, shiny veins
the trees speak in the language of survival, cells

See the blood on my feet.
Now go.

This life. 
Contained blood. 
Bones fragmented.  

Now interesting. 
Walking above asphalt. 
Grassy knolls. 

Below steel windows.

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.

Your containers of teeth.
Or is it repetition I must break?
No longer must I take the ears from a Titan's form.
No longer will I peddle for cord so thin.
Not in this market's sandy square.
Be it a square, a river, a helix.
All shapes and all colors will to make brilliance in these eyes.
Under the ashen rain.
Not a sentence to file away.
I'm behind the faux steel cupboard.

The meek shall inherit the art.
A mob of sisters clutching grains as treasure.

The last transmission. From the porch, tones entangle. The knot is a loss. The soft scales break your waters. The gleam reveals the tin. To pierce your heart and question why not sooner. It is trust. You must follow, you must not stray. The fable sings of loss. A brash whimper.

Love time. Heart, eyes new.
Away, words blood night. Close.  
Want walk face feel skin air.
Past future missing home hold.
Warm day death born just.
Taste look place, ask warmth.
Rest like hands torn, left life.
Fall pain change. Oh open bed.  
Walking, told happy wound.
Light little know dreams way.
Run, say wait. Hand. Hearts.  
Sweet stop waiting step cold.
Scars strange inside soul.
Flesh, forgotten drink, room.
Fear white lost teeth holding.

****, think stay true bones.  
Children. Glass window.
Moment gone. Wake held.

and it became a sadness which no desire could dispel
thinking of you i move my head away from light
down here among the dead
with thoughts my eyes could not have said
be it courageous summer
winter bring initials carved into trees
spanish air and newborn bees

And this brings me a new phone to make sure you're aware and

Tin fills my stomach

A rate this steep and that light became old. But not without my hair tightly covering all this darkness.

My mind brings me back to the wax. Somewhere. But not the table top

Taxable and unable to keep up. Put my teeth away?
And oh this isn't so new.

Another ending. Repeating. For one but really
I made noise also.

Very strong American noise.

Very very strong American noise.

This is too strong.

This noise.

Little corners chewed away.

Tinder.
Awakening with whales.
Awaiting some take away.

Some belly.

It is noise.

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.

Eaten by wolves. A vibration to atone for. My heart is here, fallen rotten from the greying branch. The antlers.

How will the words move from stars?
And how will intelligence betray us all whilst we sleep,
wondering which lip's kiss tells which arm to part?

Feel this & unpack the ocean.
Run to red & flail in disgust.

Knowing myself too well,
an epiphany which lets go easily.

Prebuscent tears she's held onto for years.
Not to see her cry. For tonight her eyes must stay bright.
In this stranger's bed, she knows what happens next.
Fancy breakfast.
Fancy poolside.
With her all her friends by her side.
From a phone call.
For a plane ride.
And now this is your life.

Oh young beauty fade.
Young beauty fade.

Hello my past-loved muse. I am not creator now.
Remember days ago and you'll not see me there.
Success to be found in my life, yes.  
Let's walk my wasteland, my mecca to be.
Close your eyes of wind begins to stir.
The stagnation is chilling.
There to my left is sterile ground.
  Abyss in the sea of nonexistence.
Stirring. They souls not yet pulled into my catastrophe.
I spend the nights swimming along voids.
And I waste my days questioning true North.

There is something just below my heart.
Though you say I own no such thing, I feel a virus dancing.

Though you tell me I am bones and rot.
I feel life and discipline festering.

The end.

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?

Come, tumble into sleep, you'll dream with ease,
Bid this empty room.
Slip weightless, if ever I grasped you,
Except in my shame and your cravings.
Tumble in circles & fall to your rest.
Still my trick begs your deliverance.
Twisting my ear.

Your breathing levels and my trick struggles,
For a detail missed, one sign unseen.
Sweating, shivering in my own contrivance.
Lost to me and void to you.
We will not touch.

As I open the door, my trick ever stays.
The grating of your laugh and the dances on your eyes.
Narrowing darkness into the thinnest strip,
I am once more light,
The synthetic stripes.

Oh close jaw come unhinged.
Florida and its curve bring new friends, new debts.

Fully polished.
Fully formed.
Neither fully sworn nor finished.

Do we know all that's coming for us?
The perfection of your line shoulder.

My closest way to bleed without a scar.
Feel so pointless holding your air above me.
The spiraling of Earnhardt's plane.
Concrete grave broken open.

And this new word for us. Above tar, or was it sulfur? Just hold on to those. Therapy, pressure. Without bullets removed. There, for flesh holds in. Finding all I am for these. This ignorance.

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.

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 promised
I'd have a dream.
Of my animals &
sharp objects.
Now,
she says now & I?
I was familiar with later,
tell me how to lose &
I'll start changing you.

A feeling where you are already dead but people cry for you.

I'm being stung by bees in the snow.

my pants fill with air

my pocket takes warmth from fingertip

four numb


very touching and very moving
sentiment from twenty years of last century



taking warm rocks from the unsettling effigy

ingesting them


it is too painful she tells me


a ram's horn

being stung by bees in the winter

chewing on dolphin meat in the summer


the beach is glass
the salt boils

my soles bubble
yellow cloud pushes me up

I glide on the hooves
in my new pelt

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.

I know there is a scar here. The light weeps. From the corner of my eye I recall. Who was loved in that light. Hello, a repetition. Sharks. Over. Around me. Their beaks resting in his stomach.

& 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.

eat one and behold the rot of majesty
one can, one chemical

measures of sickness
surround my building


& valiantly
you take from me


a set of lights
malfunctioning

I'm changing you.
Oh?
You haven't begun to.
Yes.
I have, listen.
Nothing now, the blood is removed.
See, over there.
Shattered now, nerves severed.
I can't take my eyes off you.
Higher!
Oh lord.
Go on, exaggerate.
Oh lord,
Go on & now envy me.
In between you.
Higher, I hold mountains higher,
reduce fatigue &
perform faster,
letting a moment last longer.
Wetter & warmer.
Now.
Though now, it is false, cold movements
which you are craving.
I can't take my eyes off you.
Searching in that dead forest.

Change.
More falls down.

Rage.
More rises & I'm held again.
Envy you.
& scratching his eyes out, piece
by piece.

There was something missing, a tone that seperates.
Here it is now.
Full treble trembles & drones on.
Love you.
Burden, oh not here.
Show me those cells, those tan, taut chambers of desire.

In the light,
brutal patterns of heat.

An ache so sweet, held back
released now
forgotten & wanted
again
over & over,
loved you.

It's this now.
Please me.

Please me now,
know that in time things have been what they seem.
I am running, I am walking,
All these things & sometimes & it seems that without you here I am just rotting.

A soon to be lump
in a soon to be
abandoned apartment.
Lamps off. Curtains drawn.
Smoke is stale.
& choking those who enter finding me, cleaning me.
Dressing me &
finally burying me.