Oh but love dont flinch I will not let it touch you Heart of mine Please, stay with me a while and dream Tell me of your sorrows My sea is vast and deep Be human here and now And I will hear you, I will see Ill cover all my shards and edges You'll never even guess I promise to be what you need And in the morning fade to mist

The eyes I met were always clouded Not seeing me but Some part of me writ large A version of me thay was needed And all the love couldn't reach me Letters sent to wrong houses Buckling under the strain of Stretching too tall for legs that crooked A role I knew by a heart I kept beating Through violent CPR I hate that heart and its lies Its blood that stains my shirt Its refusal to die Feeling pathetic that My fear The engine of it all is That when I finally ta

In the ours after dreams Sifting through the flotsam of My slow receding mind I speak to you Or ghosts of you I carry behind my eyes And practice how I'll say it What words will fit you best When I am gone to join the wind And you to hold the rest I wish to leave with you some truth Some tidy wisdom from the act But I know that all Ill leave you is the silent, bloody fact The truth is bloody living and I have forfeit breath and bone And my final words will only be The sile

Love me as an anchor loves its ship A heavy chain The ground This soul was never settled dear My sails were poorly tied Hold me tightly, love Lest I become the sky

I have searched the faces of mountains and lovers For a god I could never misplace Found only and over By the gravestone I've made for Is past Again at the mountian Once more with my ram Praying that this time He will stay my hand

Away or, interred, the bellow of youth So ready to spit fire into the night All thunder and purpose and reckless momentum Took flight? Now, longer in tooth I feel shorter of sight Building fires to warm, a cigarette, a rite "Lose your head to your hand or to ghosts in the night." Beg Prometheus to spare you a light

Who was it taught me that truth was in the roots? Ever and on alight like clockwork Sure that this time I'll find myself neath the ashes, in my bones A rite of my own hands crafting perhaps The religion of you with all its surety In life after death

This heart Heavy as the sea, pulls Downwards Against my fluttering feet On calm days and those Beaten by waves Swallowing my days and years In silence Endless above as below Empty as Mirrors

How many times can I fall? First sight, again again Pitched forward towards you Dreaming drunk or Delirium

Small feet mine, uncalloused and unlassoed Plod scuffled and pawed the halls a'night Adorned in silence A'dream's filigree Nameless and holy so In shoes I moved about the sidewalks and Sideways talk of Budding barbarians and clumsy youthful hearts Always slipping out before the end I knew better a place not to be Formlessheavy Now a tourist striding somber situating What parts of mine were forged A gallery of portraits from Strange angles and stranger hands D

Again again again again Agon eye loose the plot Indus tree, us unmade What deserts In habit? My soul? Pulled telosward to the wait Of gun in hand Of exhaustion lungs Ends and words and Did I sentence my self to a period Oragamei cant knot, and no longer fathom I dream I will be as the wind once Hands lie Or a star upon the edge of dusk Word for none and less than even A life takes itself to, sincerely, Period

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In-between the eyes and words Tight wires mind-binding bring and bend and break What could be over the spine of what was known But...

A real man, I think In flesh and blood Should be of a stature that Can caramelize onions An alchemists heart Birthed in darkness, caked...

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Dawn arrives in quiet fire Kept promise unmaking Before felled forever And after ever more I heard once, or dreamed, all the same That a...

Oh but night so often lies heavy Wandering the library, keeping the flame I wish I knew yet what a heart is for This one of mine feels...

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A wanderer born, all legs and lips and eyes Called from toddlerhood to paw the halls in shadow Seeking after what I could not say except...