I am
an imagination
swarmed hives
of
black
faded grass
silk rubbing
trudging above
cold water
pressing
coffins
a dead
mans kiss
sweep through
the rubbish
torn
and
black
and
blue
press
your lips
wet
against the flesh
and
I
rise.
Drowned
Warmed up
suit of armor
gold tulips
plunged hot
against the
sweet sweeps
of honey
plastic
snapping
neck
the
slow
burn
wrists swallowed
by cotton
sirens
of birds
fall desperately
to the ground
the endless sound
of peace
Thirteen
Three
the cord
breaks freely
it's
long
scales
beating down
the sweeping doors
of
endless keys
rush past
the
squirming crowd
of
soldiers spinning
dance in tune
holding hands
spin
lick
fungus creeps
into the passive light
Sisters
Midnight
beer
babies swallowed
his arms
laying
on the ground
on the steel
crusted eyes
of the dead
empty
your knife
quickly
towards the
empty bridge
soon it will
be morning.
Wizard
Truth
tingles
the tongue
open him up
fresh heart
beating wise
now hopeful
old rocker
beaming gold
glowing
morning dew
I keep
the car
steady
collecting dust
over
an endless road
one square inch
at a time
into the
poppy field.
Baby
Traveling
on the sleek
shoulders
of those
who wander
creeping
empty
in the moonlit
room
the sweet
smell of
tiny collarbones
shattered
into course
grains
that flock
one mistake
over
another
juicy
crypts
the organs
of the kind
between the folds
of her legs
there is
nothing sweeter
The Family Table
Go
home
close
your
eyes
pull the covers
over your head
there isn't
a place
to hide
crawl back
into the place
that used
to be safe
long strands
of hair
curled into
a warm kitchen sink
sweater falls
from her shoulders
glazing into
the dark
there is nothing
to hold onto
I crawl
into the space
between the shower
and the sink
get tiny
into that
invisible hole
play
musical chairs
in the
dark
the smell
of pumpkin
and I am
satisfied.
22
Sneezing
in your sleep
Grandpa
awake in the night
broken windows
the beams of light
dear
tree
fruit falling
bare
breasts
the sunlight
breaking down
ravenous
the hunger
takes over
grind
front
and
back
hips against
waist
pleased to free
life rushed smoke
the hands
of a man
man
rush kind.
Alarm
Strawberry
soap
half bottle
of wine
dipping into
the bubbles
caught down
spiral staircases
drained
empty
I collect
my things
and walk away.
Everything
Beaten
bicycle
gray
against
the soil
born
corrupted
the
beetles bask
millions morbid
late starts
shadow over
ringing ears
faded in
the actuality.
Illuminate
Flesh carpeted dry
Number Nine following close
fresh pears in a bowl
The Keep
Search
the woods
dig
the married man
full deep
greatness
hidden
patients
wander
over fields
of golden grain
there isn't
a place
mirror high
miracles damp
walking into
the street
alone
broken
from the night
echoing broad
beams of light
footsteps far
across the floor
interrupt the counselor
apologize
common ground
I haven't
found
the empty
shell
slapped red
kicked hot
mercury laws
of
pure ground
seeds
I plant.
Never
Bugs nest
in the frays
of a wedding dress
Santa Monica boulevard
flower drenched
parade of lights
plan on
a century
ago.
Hospice
Cries
of desperation
oh you fiends
of righteous
anarchy
pressed
high
horizons
blasts
of gold
I hold
your hand
set in
mercy.
Quick
Honey
trickled
straight
from the vine
Blue smoke
the stuff
of nightmares
the rolling hills
peaked
at prime
drew large
by sleeplessness
nights weary
gentlemen
coats blazing
with steam
there sits the
many
arms
around
the few
embraced
how tiny
we are.
Maybe
Voice harbored
at the corner
of my neck
whisper
to me
long and hard
the strings
of your heart
humming
quick
flow
over and over
without lies.
Render
Rings
twisted
into twine
the needles
run sharp
branches high
the bringers come
barricade yourselves
over the walls
I brand
the seamless
trunk
powered by luck
and not by skill
How cruel
these simple words
that he
refuses to speak
A simple offense.
tackle quickly
and pitch
how often
do we
fly.
Underwater
Break the branch
snap the twig
over spines
fused
with clear
and clever
words
All this
is a
game
hold your breath.
Coordinates
My recovery
speedy
the shifting
gears
moan to sigh
tremble courage
runes turn
soft
on the careless sun
I don't
do not
weep
how often
to refuse
engage further
for the
small beast
mistake
flaw
empty
kind bullets
of fear.
Corridor
How brief
the seconds
where your lips
meet mine
tremble
close
There speaks
the truth
venturing
quick and cruel
with the softness
of a
vipers touch
The venom soars
through faulty veins
alone
equipped for death
The wait
smooth
bouncing
over
my tongue
quiet
hands
unavoidable
the endless supply
of oxygen
lucky
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