I sink deep into your eyes
There I found
An ocean of flaming bright lights
Infinite galaxies to explore
More and more reasons for me to adore
You and your stars
The universe and its crimes
And how they connect with mine



-Constellations, Margaret Austin Go

I give in... I give in...
I wear my sweaters thin
because nothing ever feels
hyper-real
I know kids who get raw experience
yet call me the wiser
for not getting any.

No one who sits at their dinner table,
pretending to have something to write,
deserves to be tired
and so I don't catnap
under the constipated clouds
waiting for the rain.

I grow old--I grow old
I don't like my trousers rolled
as I walk down the street
watching young people
who don't give themselves a break
from hyper-living
Just keep kicking.

Not to generalize,
but it must be said
that a barbarous youth doesn't give in
until their metal beams split
and their windows come down
and their doors can't open
because of the debris
and their admirees
stand before the pile still not knowing
who they are.

(It won't make them shiver
to think you've opened up
listening to their music
unless they open
their ears for you.)

After dusting themselves off
will all the newborn adults shake hands
look back on the skyscrapers that surrounded them
and be friends?

I give in
I relax over my comfortable,
blank lines
with nothing to write
because I'm the only one
with nothing to fight.

I stand here in the shadows
Looking on
As you for her all your body
All your love
Everything

I stand here in the desert
Looking on
Thirsty for your love
Your attention
Whilst she has it all

I stand in the fire
Looking on
But seeing nothing
But fire
Desperation
And loneliness

I already miss you and i was with you a few seconds ago then what will i do if you go if you go and never come back i will also die...you gave me the urge to move on with life just you sight made me understand what you and i know best but your gone gone for good how will life be will i live to see the morning star or the evening star will i meet anyone who will captivate my soul like you did.....its ironic that though we loved each other so much you did not tell me goodbye you didnt give me the last kiss like you did before but i dont blame you lets blame death it doesnt choose...it takes anyone rich or poor beautiful like you my darling or an ugly person THATS DEATH

i should really
quit smoking you,
i’m ignorant
no more,
ashtray’s
fill faster
than my lungs,
quietly whispering
tip toes provoke
the screams of
hardwood
every night
at around 1 o’clock,
making way
to attempt quiet
openings of
neglecting doors,
sitting amidst the
tranquility as
the ******
fissure eats
the dancing smoke
while she
paints abstracts
on teeth
tongue
lungs
heart
and the
cognitive inability
to separate
index from middle
comes not from
ignorance
but from how
she holds me
tighter than anyone,
touches my lips
more compliantly  
than any woman,
she will never leave me
even as i take her
top off and
share breaths,
her touch is
recognizable
most nocturnally,
i know the damage
she does to me
she’ll cut my life in half,
she’s the only thing
i will let in that will
**** me,
she moulds
leisure and pleasure
as if i wear them on
my back,
her body is
pale as my fingers
drip down
and feel
as i exhume
her insides
intertwining
with mine,
listening to your
cries as i inhale
provokes me to
do so more
and more
and more
until i leave you
for the night,

i should
indeed quit
smoking cigarettes
as well