how prettily
we grow in love
with hate, into cadavers
watering dead flowers,

too much
and too little
too late.

an army of picturesque zombies
exhausted over bones.

small mystery each death
more merciful than jesus god

some of us simply aren’t right

so badly put together.
there is an ugly wrong

in this beautiful blue so great
you can feel its flat emotion
turning around on the clock

we’re running out of time.
still afraid and lying

still. in the gutter
who cares, it takes
nothing to be
nothing but fuck all

nameless meat
more exit holes
and entrance wounds

numbed by the weight of two arms.
we are not good to each other

too much. we love the hate
we love to love. we are not good
to ourselves.

all of us beggars and thieves
too bad
or alone
and too broken.
we are not good to each other

perhaps we’ll never be

but god I wish we were

and watch
watch this bloody heaven
flicker endurance like faith
some chance up there
some way

die a bit further each night.

and wish on stars sometimes

against disinclination
inside this dull transistor

because I can’t kill hope.

Author notes
Inspired by – The Crunch

beyond this once
within the once
within the once within
unfocused — you become.

these pieces fall apart
between the bones.
I’m breathing –

behind another breath
undone. the eyes go going,
again, there is no end;

tomorrow weights today.
unknown, along an axis

we speak of time in lives.
eternally– more — strings

invisible through day.
they turn around the sun.

this tongue exists in space
I fumble into vowels,
without a sound,
un-mouth.

the pendulum is free,
suspended by desire,

within this
only moment,
within this one within

begun before beginning,
inside the eye of being
inside the eye of I,

now
in the still of inhale.

precious, I have carried safe,
the salt of your renaissance mouth
white within red velvet

pocketed bright flowers
grown weightless on your tongue
less careful and without
remorse these eyes have seen

I could tithe in this delta
a moment behind
though advantaged as air
heavy sea

your sister sun, the yellow moon
has brought up a rainbow
too distant

but whisper my dreamer that I
love it still
threadbare and iridescent
a little wish inside

sometimes when it rains
silence dissolves into water
in addition the emptiness fills
becoming a spoonful
of dazzling aerial swallows

each wing in the heavens
comes complete with song
the firefly, bluebottle, wasp
cicadas — their violins

it is a sphere you see
an ocean of visible stars
and mythical heroes
and changeable ions afloat

hold the lifeline tight
let us come to be
the beat by beat and motion
of sentimental skin

an island fixed in time.

plant a tree of knowledge there
in the valley men christen I know.

propagate its scores of states
with pockets full of stone
accustomed to clear light.

splatter all with flawlessness
sprout roots in shangri-la
stitch footprints through unknown.

kiss kismet with observance
lionize invisible
love out of order clouds.

string a path through mystery
adore more imprecision
dream dance into the sea.

evaporate conviction
unwrap the mass of suns
turn awkwardness to ease.

erase consistent obvious
this perfect paradise
elevate unchanging hate

and sketch me synchronicity
repaint this world as one.

flower
we are beautiful

you with your circular ever
I within this curve of breath

both of us sound miracles
bone and eventual clay
destined for internment

one more innumerable root
voiceless once forgotten
among the screaming trees