Untitled #2

realign your eyes
to the hornets in the skies
repeat your defeat
to the orphans of the wheat
repent your words
to the glass jury herds

unbroken and untouched
lost without a crutch
a villain for the age
a flame for the page

the first words that i speak today
will not be "good morning", "i love you" or "stay"

i only speak now
to request or demand
i don't say "i love you"
and i don't kiss your hand

The Imp And The Stop

I inhale air and stop to inhale air
The weight of weight is here until it's not
The Loss of loss is no real loss at all
I can't or won't refuse to view the wall

The foreboding shadow crawls now, to dawn
I turn again to turn once more to time
My view a fragile one to say no more
My room a row of windows with no door

A tidal pull to take my skin and go
Blood and tissue twist to form the crown
Seven times I wake to go to sleep dreams
Seven times I sleep to wake to day screams

to think to skip
to stay to know
hot burns the sun
there goes the snow

I carve your name into the moon
I drown to know the brides of june.

Hiding In Plain Sight

and when you end up alone again
and you  need to cut out certain friends
and quarantine the lands of memory
and the dream of polyamory

it's time to be alone again
it's time to go home, movies end
it's time for anxiety attacks
it's time to know she won't be back

feel the weight alone again
feel the loss and count to ten
feel the chances quickly dying
feel the ghosts of lovers crying

i can't believe i'm alone again
i'll never hopeless ask her "when?"
i'm terrified of what i spy
i draw a face without the eyes

Untitled #1

i want to get back
on to the street
into the dreams
the blood and the meat

are any birds afraid of heights?
are any boys afraid of fights?
are any dreams afraid of night?
are any stars afraid of light?

come into my attic
and help me move this chair
you can sit down in it
i honestly don't care

i'm glad to have the visit
glad to have a friend
lets go to the basement
and start all over again

my teeth are getting loose

Keepin Busy

Keepin' Busy

antidote warship junky machine
red arrow black letter
invisible scream
murder and toil
and wicked and may
a silver seraph separates
the rooks from the crays
tunnel vision motorcade
whiplash in the serenade
every other working week
blow the whistle
hide and seek

hide the other
lover's brother
hide the fallen
in the gutter
terrorize another's
eyes
and beckon backwards
jar of flies

a terror tremor, open wound
the skulls all cackle
at the moon.