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Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin.
On the smokey tin, it melts again and again.
On the booths of the round table, again and again.
Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again.
Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore
Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the undertow
We audience who saved our roses. We audience who scoffed at the tears. Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier. Pale with pain
I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of instability and futility.

Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night?

Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again.

A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter.

Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret?
Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep?
Where has God gone wrong?
Shake the hand of your deepest fear.
Was it not your hero who saw when you wept?
Could you call if you began to weep?
Where has God gone wrong?
Her glassy eyes still feel the warmth

Stagnant strangers romance on crowded pathways below admiring the stage's glistening coat. The reflection on the sill giving the cheekbones their due. Praising the worth of porcelain skin. My shades of blonde dancing in the high sun. I gave labor to the grief. To the squinting spectator who drank in the despair as I tiptoed off the plane of existence and drifted listlessly through the velvet blackness of oblivion. I am what I always was. Gleaming and empty.

I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas.

I imagine the end.

Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth.

Quiet as a cradle
I laid in the middle, night drift, spinning
Hissed at the moon
Conjured up the flowers
To fix my impression of the gloom
I feel them all
Great mass of color
Flooded in my bed

In blur, father
Glanced over stirred
Imagined you laughing
Muddied feet dancing
What is this aching prism?
This prison wincing
Receiving sudden swaths of dogma
Wandering over royal yonder

Frigid bedroom capture
In a spring without desire
Harvesting brightness despite
Drawn to the heat, not the light
I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling, waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt

I married into the fly trap
I sunk into suburban sand
Victimized by restlessness
Blacking out in the lion's mouth.
I laughed at the cigarette stain;
inhaling black on the blinds
And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory
I am transparent.

Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza
He recalled something she had told him a long time before
In the course of an insignificant conversation
They had been talking about his friend Z, when she announced
"If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him"

Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy
And now he realized it was only a matter of chance

held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light.

Crippled by the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through the space in my teeth. Break bones down to yellow and crush gums into blood. The hardest part for the weak was stroking your fingers with rings full of teeth..

It's 5 A.M...and my heart flourishes at each passing moment.

Always and forever.

Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord.
Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere.
Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old.

I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung.
Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter’s Hell, with just you in mind.
Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind.

Destined as the servant to the night where
your moon dreams of the dirt and the
sharp tongue of your zealous will is only
congruent with the salt in your mouth and
the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost
in the patterns of youth and the ghost of
your aches comes back to haunt you. And
the forging of change makes no difference.

A cold floor fit for you
In all your midnight shame
No one coming quickly to save you from the after
Hurried with the hounds now
He's my own (eclipsing my love, his Rottweiler sermon)
He's my own (driving the talons, my own villain rising)
Thirty months, I'm still asking if thirty months feels strong
Thirty months, I'm seeking a thirty months fortune

why? what have they done? who hast the culprit crossed and forced in another year? why have some gone, but we are still here? sitting in a circle of clouds. enforced upon my head. above my eager eyes. misplaced. my mind abandoned. seized to substance. abused in months of excess. heat flashes of memory. breathing in good health. to stop the nightly excess. pounding on the walls of the temple. beside the cross. bury me in the bay. tempt me with throated swords no longer. oh, I am weary. I am tired. tired of leaping. collections of caskets. I am lurking death. an animal. a curse to myself. harms way for those I cherish. done. forced in light. versed, as the child, on and on. I am home. I am home.

Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter
sun that shines past into light. Setting fire
to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming.
Destroying the tomb of memories from your
life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t
find one. In the hallways lit up brightly,
but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on
the concrete on the day of your birth in