Lover,

Swollen thoughts

Early morning pupils dialating

Asking, "why can I not sleep?"

Noon comes and we are back to being

Strangers in a time of

Inconvinance staining every

Letter of every word I write bleeding through my pen until it is

Empty and all the paper is used so there is no more second life in

Transcending and pretending I and we are all the things we are not

Tempting to give up

Only to realize, I love you too much

5:43pm Somwhere just off the coast

I want to be the one you call.

anything at all.

because I think I could say something right

maybe.

Let me be what you need
I can light your cigarette


I can turn off all the lights inside
and give you all the stars
that reflect to us days we thought we lost as children

before I knew your name
or what darkness called you

Let you, let me

be here

because

somewhere in the pacific ocean

I named you
moon

Four Endless Corners

We came as shadows under the cracks of doors up the stairs of dwindling age
We evaporated like the smoke pressing from your lips, raped of any goodbyes

You wore your voice like a suit, hard skin tailored to fit
I heard you shouting in between the distance of your stare
in a corner at a white mirror

I whispered, I whispered, I asked,
"What happens to time?"

the silence stated,
the silence murmured,
the silence spoke,
gesturing to empty hands that lay like broken nets
keeping nothing in its finger tips

we are all sad inside.

Dead Tree In a Snowglobe He Balanced on His Hand

 

I miss how the trees are in the summertime

I miss saying your name

It feels like this winter has lasted longer than its time

you wrote about it always

towards the end...

almost like you knew everything I wasnt ready for

natures son..

You kept the atmosphere in your chest

and

when it rained, you rained like

every time you closed your eyes on those long nights when you caught sleep with your hands

You'd tuck it under your pillow,until it hissed to you your:

                                                                                          fears

oh (the things you sat alone with)

churning them into nightmares, you'd wake again 

writing about winter

red eyes, sipping tea

melting the veins you crystallized

 staring out the window

                                                                   if only I had listened

to what the world was really saying..

what you always said

beneath your words

and now, consequently, everything feels dead

the only sounds

echoed whispers that hold your sunken melody

whispers...

mistaken dor the lonely mumbles of an old house

or 

a baying dog in the distance

lost

all these embody the void that you have become...

the quiet that separated

us         back         into          individuals

[your nothing but an empty space 

in a room I no longer recognize [..

                                              You are the                                     sound

vibration

(the vibration after sound)

that curls itself inside my hand

the hunger in my stomach squelching protest to all the things 

we can not see

                                                      While,

I was the pale light that fell on the face of a widow

too scared to

tongue the syllable of your name

                                                       While,

I am as grey as winter

dead

in the way that you have become

Second Speech

Alone (is) :
 I know

I know the way youth distorts most things 
I know the smell of sand
I know the way the earth talks from the sky
I know the  iron and salt in your blood

These words in which you speak
How old are we how old, you mutter

We watch the silence plant trees in our mind
Sitting on green petals
Watching rivers flow 
Your skin changes like the wind
Transparent
Words That Move Through me 
Spectrums of light that shine at all sides
Of an endless shape
Forgiving physiology 
Forgetting everything we think we know
To witness The sound of spirals
To flourish in liquid forms tonguing the written word
To move in and out of you
Inialating the theory of distance and time
To know what it means to be I AM
To not know anything less







 

Inside Cages

Your seasons have never left me
and you can't sing tonight or anyother night
you can't sing your lonely song to it's entirty

You always learned to collect your woes like broken ribs
never staying long enough to let yourself grow back

youralwaysmoving

And
I'd close my eyes and hold a piece of you,
my pretty shell,
to feel you diminish from my palms like hot sand
Indecisive if the burn consoles or stains me with
the shadow of your name

While..
underneath this paper skin my blood moves eagerly awaiting
the ripple of your touch
patiently waiting for:

the way your silence sounds like dirty rats
finding little spaces inbeteeen tree branches
to HOWL your pain

(my favorite sound, my darling )

Your only here when you cry

As I..
continue to write the words you never had for me
leaving you in the corner of my mind
soaked in your only fear




S o l i t u d e

Libra

Tonight I'm poking holes in my thoughts
And for every bit of light that escapes where my finger was;
I swear it's you...

We hide in our fear
Masking sagacious words with what little we know
If only our hands could touch what we can't see

I like the way you find places to move through me, like
waves that can't be kept
Your gravity reminds me:
I
couldn't possibly be alone

A slave to my perception..
I swallow every bit of moonlight
curled up waiting for you in the shadows of my mind
struggling to remember
all the words

I feel you in the lining of my skin
And

With every deep and stuttered breath you bring the rain