A single thread
extends
from then to now 
You are alive

T.S Eliot whimper
Big bang no-show
Moribund stagger,
stop

C'mere, Glaucon

I felt the blood in my veins
I found a place on the shelf
I fell in love with your name
A mere reflection of self

I never knew you were there
But for the feel of your skin
I never knew you were there
Where no light could get in

So maybe whisper a word
And burn a moth in the flame
Or lead a beast from the herd
And leave your dust in its

and you can see,
if the lighting is right,
self-spun fears feed

and what happens
happens 
and the spiral is easy 
and goes up or down
 

Don't let grubby fingers
spoil your shape;
hold them like your own
Love them
Make your music 
Be
                 

Five years ( Read more... )

Coming home
to stained carpets
and unfed pets...
He preferred other houses

As the moss spread,
he learned to disappear,
like you,
into a warm, soft place
of invisible razors

And
as winter trumped autumn,
setting frost on dead leaves,
he cast aside sweetness
for fantasy and regret

Dissonance
misunderstanding
Crooked bones 
hold our meat

Imperfection is holy

It was a short autumn
and I saw my own corruption
in the crease of your mouth

I wish you well.

 
With all this space...  
When I get like this 
jammed, plugged  
I wanna shake old wounds 
and taste mildew

Special people,  
base impulse monkeys 
manipulate 
into my spectrum 
all their sadness
Love 'em
Help 'em
Forgive 'em 
God bless 'em 
but maybe no God 
or maybe yes 
but indifferent 
or sad-
hiding in his apartment 
eating hotdogs,
smoking Drum tobacco,
sayin' " ( Read more... )