bird on the ledge sings, and when i call him, flies away

The sound of glasses
Clanking
through the breeze

there is a delicate, impeccable, in between of nothing and birth

a lone tower its ivy bears one berry

if we had a bigger place,
you say,
and i agree.
if we had our own beds,
and own bathrooms,
and own apartments,
and if we lived apart
in the world,
life would be much better.

i am looking for words to make me speak again.
being stuck unlistened, and chastened to my own,
your own thoughts, has me forgetting how loud
i can yell. Your name
means nothing to me— that's a lie. But I can't be close
to it. Don't worry it's a "that thing and mean" kind of
hate, where that thing is the only thing i think
about. you, you were once so significant, and now
you are depleted to ash with all your hate for me
and mine for you.

at least it makes something, writing

for ego
and space
and trying to scare you into thinking
i will punch you in the *******
face

the pressure in your eyes
every time you chew
i squirm
you do too
it burns us
electrically
with nervessemotion

I think we both want...
It's clear we both want to have...
Something, now, to say

It's good to see you.
I hate you and I love you
more than anyone.

i've kept every song along my way to you
i try never to sing the same two. you
do not hear the music
and you don't  listen.
You were just. Too,
When you died

the words
are not mine, but i have them when i sing them to you.

i don't know where this is going to

*END.

they call it diamond fever
everyone's engaged

seven sparrows on a branch, a truck horn makes it none

You cannot know me
but, lovely,
i will tell you all about
me with you.

where are you going, somewhere you don’t care
;and with whom, someone you’ll leave soon?

but you stand still
and i beside you,
hope to keep you
happy.

you cannot be kept,
i spoke and stroked your hair
you left, to a dream
and slept through the ride

we traveled nowhere side by side

Just as any one could,
I’d like to show you the sunset.

shadows,
mirror, glass window.

clarity
evades sight.

time.
That;s why I try to stop
you.

i fill my throat with the clicking music in my ears

and you don't have
it. love is a fabric
that we're always breaking
through daily wear and tear,
oddly enough when you take it off
together
you make more