the edges are the most honest

blackened swaggering heart
indifferent to pendulum of desire
mad with mud caked memories
and a cross threaded heart
we pull light from the dimmest of stars
and name them after the ones we have lost
we sink our fingers into muck and mire
of what we have been
we swallow deep the semens of lust
and spit out the bitter taste of self betrayal
whiskey neat and ******* in the alley
the gleam deep in your drunken eye
unsuffering someone’s soul

then reaching over that edge

touching the fingertips
of the purest angels of light
wrapped in folds of forgiveness and love
pulling purpose from our existence
offering up a joy of being given life
standing alone but not left alone
laying down the weapons of self derision
breathing in the softer breezes of truth
where the soul dances with the soul
and something smiles
deep within your eyes

in between

we are held in equipoise
there at the edge
we peel away to the truth
that the entirety
is both entropic and beautiful  
both pain and joy....

I never drink *** inland
something about the salty air
and a pirates’ soul
swaying in the night breeze
I can hear the waves crashing down
as the seven sisters entice my senses
I am alone enough to part with myself
and let the word farmer
slur his images across the night’s canvas
I leave off a lesser crime
as poetry is left dripping off the page

the betrayal of soul
it comes with being human
dying in a loop
“deficiency” echoes
if you listen too close
you lose

we are spread thin enough
to survive
it is only the bleeding inside
that gathers you up
for some sacrifice
that you burn
to your false gods of fear

but some nights I set myself free
mixing the blood of all my lives
with cool night air
and the music of my soul
I dance into myself
as this becomes nothing
how I love wind....