There is a cloud
that shines a color alien to clouds,
and nights are darker than they were.
Blood I have shed
is powder on my memory.
I break on these immortal, broken stones,
and terror's dying haunts my metaphors.
Everybody I have known
is one man waiting on a half-imagined corner
for an unfamiliar face that he has loved.
The color of that cloud is named Goodbye,
for it is raining, shadows, everywhere.
The days have grown as delicate as bones.
The loneliest god in the universe
is walking, and his every word
is possibly goodbye on busy corners.
Through the thickest parts
of night's veins
we crawled
clinging to each other,
but you still cannot see
my animals have died at your door.
You will not let me impale my hunger
on your razor stare.
You cannot hear my bones
crying to you.
Nothing can connect me to you.
We drop into craters of time,
rock jaws sleeping in serpent skin.
In the tangled music of
broken shadows we
strangle our lives
Dear sirs,
I have taken the veil,
and am looking for grief.
tears
tears
Her hair
longer now,
falling away from the skull,
legs radiant with cancer she
smiled
giddy as a harlot
mother of mine
halfeaten
in the dream.
The housecoat about to fall,
she shuffled in it,
brightest eyes
free from the mind in sleep
rives sleep to brightest day,
the naked and their relics
(gifts,
So I go to
the kitchen
sink.
Perform the ritual
of washing.
I come to you
as you lie on the bed
the wet hands of a lover
used to failure
like crystal
slipping
from his grasp.
The effort
to bring together
bits of
flesh
Gather 'round
Close your eyes and
Listen as I tell you a tale:
Let me introduce you to Noreen
She, much like a sponge, sits and soaks everything in.
Every morning you can see her
Sitting, and staring.
Sometimes, with a crossword puzzle nestled between her fingers.
As usual, Noreen sat there.
All day, everyday.
Contented by just sitting there,
Watching,
She watched as the buzz passed her by,
Cocooned in her bus shelter.
Who did she watch?
Why was she there?
Each puff, I wince
As I know what it means:
Someday soon, you'll go.
Each puff, you know,
But you can't help it:
You just have to blow that smoke.
One day, I'll pick up the phone:
It's okay Daddy,
I'll be prepared.
There was a time when I was happy.
Although it happened only once,
T'was enough.
Never shall I forget
I was innocent till then
Gone are the happy days
He's not to blame, obviously.
Thanks brain.
wake me
before you see the last of me
and now
no matter how many times
I take a shower
I scrub my hands
I will never feel clean again
stop asking
and start telling me
that no, I'm not okay.
here we go again
my heart shattering again
but I just don't seem to care
A little laugh
A little smile
that'll keep them off my back
for a while.
there isn't a day
where I wouldn't like to say
maybe today I wouldn't feel this way
maybe....
No it's just me
you see
and my insecurities.
I'm just procrastinating
nothing new