"did you say you were afraid of dying?

well i ain't lived a single day without you."

talking songs and singing words

"talking songs and singing words"

guys & dolls our simple days are drying up,

nowhere to go in our nowhere towns

we'll break up and we'll break down, but no one listens to the sound

maybe this is wishful thinking, maybe we're just bound to keep sinking

nowhere to go in our nowhere towns

we end up living the songs and books we love

maybe this is wishful thinking, maybe we're just bound to keep sinking

"love will ruin your mind" mom said to me on the back porch

we end up living the songs and books we love

wishing on eye lashes & slipping each other the tongue

"love will ruin your mind" mom said to me on the back porch

maybe these are the last songs we should sing

wishing on eye lashes & slipping each other the tongue

condemned to take home the hearts we'll never keep

maybe these are the last songs we should sing

we're just tired of walking past girls & boys we used to love

condemned to take home the hearts we'll never keep

is this all the love we could ever reap?

we're just tired of walking past girls & boys we used to love

we keep hoping, keep dreaming, keep loving.

drifting thing?

deify

"deify"

mirrors & stars hang above as he gasps his first

breath.

& beneath constellations the sounds

of blood rushing through his

veins lay out a grid;

a network intricately woven

from bits of stardust & dying

light. newborn ears can hear the stars collapse

only to form another & another. temporal darkness

convulses and he breathes it deep into his lungs. a

new life bloomed to swallow blackness and

to break light into millions of pieces. & with

open eyes he forces the Sun from his

chest. silently conscious; only to disappear into

pale moonlight.

forget sadness forget what you are forget never

his brilliant stare troubles us

all.

n/a

am i beautiful?

am i useable?

it's killing time again.

drink my warmth

"drink my warmth"

i tell her that i am

in and out of luminance

in and out of darkness.

demure in the gloomlights

she lay her hand atop mine. eyes transfixed on my own

and spoke: "how unreliable a narrator you are."

her palm is warm on

the roof of my digits. she touched my hand i wondered

if she knew it was i who found her that night.

her, a precious thing.

her, a precocious thing.

& she'll smile the way she tends to smile; through

perfectly constructed teeth only to speak with a soft voice that somehow

drifts through the caverns of my skull so simply.

simply.

simply.

why must you be so visceral?