Undefined eyes of some mirthless blue;
Intentions unknown and Summerless pursuit:
Imagined only through a curtain's gape,
Past city limits iced with dope and rape.
...
say i was
a cadaver,
(heart still somehow pulsing,
...
“oh to love a flower
who bows down powerless,
to meet a maiden unscathed
by another honey’s trailing touch,
...
i wear a hulking, sodden sadness like
a wet fur coat, a generation of drenched, dead
ferrets draped heavily around my frame.
i walk with it through a foggy field while snow
...
bare paper eyed me, naked
and shaking, still
much less uneasy than i,
...
i began
insignificant and small;
brainless as an egg,
my tongue clumsily trying to tie
...
These women who are constantly
Battling for love's each silly pride,
Are searching just a vacant ocean
For some kind of miraculous tide.
...
I had not known the importance of a bird
with gleaming feathers painted ebony blue
and eyes so beautif’ly black it was absurd,
But it seemed the entire city was askew.
...
A child’s morning peek through the dusty glass
And the Summer has given warmth away -
Downpour drops flood the insects from the grass;
Oh, my Sky, you’re dressed in Winter today.
...
We write and we write
until our hair falls out.
The passivity
of our longitudinal looks
...
I lifted my drooling head and eyes traced in red,
as he moaned a soft sigh and looked me in they eye,
smiling like a Cheshire cat, naked as a mole rat,
asking blank permission, blanketing the vastness of my skin
...
You could tell me you could name it
The earth’s on a rampage
And there ain’t no way we could tame it,
Well you wouldn’t needn’t shouldn’t have to advise me
...
I can remember
the first time we met,
in an abundance of expectancy -
a pre-wreck signal flashing,
...
i stand
and i stare
with glass between my teeth,
exhaling clouds into the air.
...
my heart cowers in fragile motions
from my quarrelling, side-step brain
and it asks the delicate questions
of a pushover pacifist loving in vain.
...
trees tick-tock, their leaves
shiver and wither and stiffen;
the snow rarely descends, yet.
...
Gun-In-Hand
Undefined eyes of some mirthless blue;
Intentions unknown and Summerless pursuit:
Imagined only through a curtain's gape,
Past city limits iced with dope and rape.
It's gun-in-hand or limerence-in-heart.
This or that, hit of smack, blood forms of art.
A direct give-away, glazing the wall -
Stumbling to sleep at the height of it all.
Dipping in darkness in time to realize:
It's you who stalks love with too many eyes.
He who tugs at blinds in solemn repair
And prays about love that should run to you.
By, through a crack, gleaming angel hair,
Know that 'gun in hand' thinks solely a fool.