she likes to play rhythms
on the toughened bones
a little lightly in the dusk
and she doesn't wait
for the shadows to clear from your eyes, she knows
shadow hides beauty too

she likes the sounds
of blood pumping through body
and hearts lifting
in joy, ecstasy, the fluttering of birdlike emotion
uncontained and yet enclosed

she is the still small voice
& she doesn't give wisdom
    she gives experience
and lets you learn on your own
because in the dark of the soul
there is the pearl you seek
the toughened bones
yielding to you now, not fear

I squat down
at the slab
and unscrew chemicals.

Mixtures made
for finger paints.

**** cinders
into lung
to get high on polish.

Adhesion
base, topcoat,
both sandwich neon pink.

I have not lit
one sweet cigarette
in half a year, and I've lost
forty pounds in three months.

It's not I'm
casting light
of my disapproval

on others
for either thing.

My grandpa
got cancer
at nicotine's altar

and

my weight bore
too heavy
on my brittle body

so

I figured
what the ****.

My faith returns
in my own purpose
as I am true to failures
and sworn to improvements.

Now, all, I ask of you,
concerning the modern
christian interpretation
of the seven deadly sins,
which one has
haunted you?

Which

one is most
important
an artist overcome?

The sun is magnificent and panoramic,
Till it burns you,
To the core, it burns you.
Have you ever wondered,
The same warmth you crave for,
Has burnt you to ashes?

That city, I escaped into,
Dreams burn in the fire,
The heat kills me, it kills me.
For the place I belong,
It rains, and rains, always.
This cold comforts me.

That city which holds,
Dreams of millions, has mine too,
But misplaced it, somehow.
Ah, it suffocates me,
Lend me one more breathe.

Back I come, to the place,
Where rain renews all,
Where morning is still peaceful.
And, I still love this sky, desperately!

i fall in love too quickly

i let the air slowly drain through a pinhole in my lungs
because just looking at your face,
hearing your name mentioned in casual speech
is cause enough for rose red to colour my cheeks.

i dive so deeply into loving
that at times i've lost myself
in the maelstrom & had to pick up the pieces, forget your name
so that my vision could return to clarity.

i get ****** noses & butterflies
buffeting the organs inside my body, the body
that i just want belonging to you
for long enough to feel loved
& be your lover.

i wish i could express myself
in a more beautiful way than this
with words of silk & not sorrow, knowing
you're only to leave me lying here again someday.

i fall in love too quickly
& forget that love can rend my heart into nothing so quickly.

Library books have eyes
each surveys me curiously
they look so friendly

Love is strengthened
more by tears
than happy years