You worked probably more than you should have
Lifting earth to cut rubies
Cutting rubies to meet gazes
Forcing cardiac tissue into carborundum
Making a clean fit
Shifting perspectives
Like lifting earth.

And you worked probably more than you should have
Catching chances
Sifting through the reverberations
Saving slivers of light.
Lifting rubies in the night
Weaving your life in impossible spaces
With the last scraps of a corroding
Logic, and a corrosive logic spurned.

Let me say
A poet out of love is realistic
A canvas is as much as petty fantasy
As four letter words better left unspoken

My guitar strings have all broken
In this moment, I am stranded
With a world of potential to change my perspective
Like self stimulation, or brave epileptics,

No.

I understand what you mean
When you say a poet out of love
Is a journey never taken

I don't doubt the depth and splendor of your love
Wordless
A sure sign that you know pain.

But therein lies the rub--
We will always be to blame
We will never truly escape
And so I do let love do its silly little dance in my heart
And sometimes lions roar

They do

But I must remind myself and be ready,
Even if there are two sides of nothing.

Work nerve, bone and sinew
Into the frame of God--
See the trees' great yawp into entropy
Is it creation's defense of gravity?

With a crown of heath and laurel,
She moans from her seas,
And cries victory over halcyon clouds

And what will you do to honor this great exertion?
What specific action can blot out the defilers?
How will you heal that wounded mind,
And what's the next step through this family of trees?

The same way you'll pass by smiling Zeno
And pay homage to Maxwell Planck.

With toughening roots
And arteries that abcise
With a razor's kiss
By the attestation of your mind,
The measure, yes the Measure, dies.

"I don't care,"
I said,
Halfway through.

"Yes, you do,"
You corrected me,
"And that is why you don't care."

And you sighed,
And turned me around.

And it helped but it didn't help
And I was alone but I was not
And everything was confusing but you didn't write that,
I did,
And we turned into our own shadow again.

I am so sorry.

God...

I am just so sorry it went like this for you.

I am SO SORRY it had to be like this
You don't deserve that,
No one.

Alright, let's forget it ever happened

You cannot crush my sepals
Pinched between ***** fingernails
Like little keratin adirondacks filled with mud...

And my stem is strong,
Supported on all sides
By all the forces of all time

And now it sits there,
Smooshed in your sweaty palm.

So just what do you think you're doing, anyway?
Making pulp of my xylem and phloem
Well it was always going to be that way, anyway
And you,

No one really understands why Kanye said
Adolf ****** was a stand up guy

I think maybe he sees too much, like me--

Doing such hateful things is actually ordered by the universe
And who would want to be the lightning rod of evil,
Who would want to actually be guilty of that level of sin?

And aren't the rest of us just kind of hiding from that evil character?
These words could really infuriate people.
But I think it's worth considering, maybe the rest of us
Are just pretending not to be that evil,
While also the opposite is true
We are temporary stops the entirety of the universe makes
But! it is of one central character.

I'm not saying there is any sense in glorifying him
Just questioning why we so passionately feel
It makes that much sense to glorify anyone else
I mean I do understand the classical, very obvious logic
We want to celebrate our wins,
But isn't that question just interesting?

I mean, I understand a rubidium atom is not at all a helium atom
But they are just two different expressions of the same thing.

Is the dissent because people disagree with such lunacy,
Or is it some kind of aversion the universe has
Because such realizations--it well remembers the future--
Coincided with its inescapable collapse?

Very similar to the exploration of gender

My blistered ears can't take any more
Your searing love gave birth to a snarling animal
Snapping at your stupid wagging fingers.

From here, it seems like you gave it all to yourself
And you mostly left me out

But that still don't make you happy
As I work down the edges of my heart
Losing hope

Infected blood that cannot relate
I've grown a crust of apathy
Locked myself inside a cage

I don't paint on these metal bars
I like sliding in my filthy blood
And smashing my guitars.