root you

when you pass
light flows out of you
drowning for moments here,
I see you everywhere
this garden of mine, my dying shrine
feeding my roses and hydrangeas
all black now, only my past is blue
when you pass
they’ll come after you

Courtesy

Crawling through thorns for roses,
from spring to fall.
You are full of words for beauty,
And though I know you have many share
I know you can never give them to me.
I am without complaint.
I am satisfied to have turned your eyes.
To pronounce your grace, of all my efforts
My only utterances were words.
I am satisfied.

ensconced in melancholy

fossil

with auburn brushstrokes, i draw
little leaflets spelling out your name
n e v e r a g a i n.
stirring the bitter lip-biting moments
out from underneath you.
you have dirt under your nails, and in your hair-
time buried you where nobody would ever look
between the cobalt and coal, blackened by old souls
in untold stories, scars around the eyes of smoky storms
jolting hearts from rest,
to remind us of the weather before the sunset
the rain on that desert that held your regrets.
i am the rib cage you walk out of
when you forget a silver spoon,
to find a rusting stilleto and hide it away,
disease you can come back to.
your own little decay.

all but the heart

Filled to the deck
with spoken slurs, disturbed
What did I fill you with?
All but the burnt, blistering heat
beating beneath me.

Outside of view,
yet only open to you,
your pacific dry spells
and your deep, meaningless wells

conflagrations of black birds, migrating
out of view, reminding me of you
and all of the things that are unwilling,
distilling

viscous sky

i know places where we can go
to be alone
but i don't want to be with you
if you don't feel like home

caught up in your viscous sky,
i opened the moon and looked inside
what could i do or say about my shame?
you are just a reflection of me
and all of the things i never say

maps

life is a coin on both sides.

Thunder In Your Folds

Bespoke with thunderbolts
Lit by something you could never hold
And the sulfur in your matches
Lit by sudden bites of cold
Burning up your rose
Becoming what you love
Lit by what blisters in your soul

Thunder in your folds
Thunder in your folds

ambulance

Sometimes a branch of mine finds it's way here
I have to ask, how could one person do so much damage?
I feel like laughing, but nothing ever happens

I tell the joke you already know,
You're always first to the punch...
and I'm always late to the show.

I can't control this thing underneath my nose
It just stays closed and reflects my soul
Always lets the heavy lifting go unnoticed,
am I just a lock that will remain unopened?

I don't have anything to say -
It's not that I feel choked, but
If that's all I've ever been,
Could it be that I am and just don't know?

I don't want to be the last thing you see.
I want to reflect myself on somebody,
at least for the time being, feel around for
something living, perhaps breathing.
I want to stop sleeping.

wolf on water

so i am soaked
floored
walking on water
voyeur
looking down on you
and your mind that's on me
these ripples are in reverse
and i am robbed of reality
can't move or see
nothing but murk underneath
and i'm still on your leash