(no subject)
when we dance
with abandon
out of grace into night
like broken saints
built to fall
when we sleep
i like to breathe
together in our stale air
because it tastes better
than a cigarette
at the gallows
when you lay
near my bones
skin slight as a ghost
i can't touch you
but i can feel you
through the tacit movements
of ten million, tiny blows
when we wake up
it's a nest of ashes
your shirt
my glasses
the sheets all undone
i'd be better off a distance runner
but i'm just a mother's son
the greatest thing
you'll ever learn
is how to take your turn
with a jacknife smile
and a bottle full of story
it's the greatest game
when you're caught in the dark
to turn you on
if you just play along
and be somebody's fool