I can't get this sickness
                                         — out of my head
                                             I'm God's lonely man
                                             Stuttering
                                             Left behind in violent days
                                             Doomed to this love
                                                            ­      these reminders
                                             Cutting their teeth on my heart
                                             A pain that will not,
                                           cannot stop
                                             This mad devil
                                             Wants to
                                             Finish
                                             The job.

In the morning —
I felt the gravity surge,
Sinking my heart
To it's farewell.
Accountable
To moon and stars,
No longer loving in their gaze.
The silent judgement
Laid me low.
A pile of bones and fading skin,
Forever lost
My Hell within.

Remember me how I used to be.
Remember my better days.
Remember the summer nights.
Forget my tragic ways.
Remember my burning kisses.
Remember I meant it all.
Remember the times I held you.
Forget the curtain call.
Remember my strength and passion.
Know I think of you still.
Remember I always loved you.
Remember I always will.
Forget the man who's here today.
Forget the man I am.
Forget my face.
Forget my name.
I'm not worth a ****.

And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must **** memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again--

Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.

My love burned away,
Like wax.
Leaving just the wick.
A psyche left exposed,
A soul now raw and sick.
Though complications ended,
The days left in-between.
I live among the shades
Passing by unseen.

Under the orange
street lights
it's 3am

Longing to find him,
she skulks alone
in the dark

And as London sleeps
her cries go unheard
by all but one

The promise
of tonight
stirs within

Let it
soon
begin

Throughout her adult life
all of the land shaded.
Feverless islands where the
aged couple sleep.
Never once have I hosted a party. Not once have I
told you, I have
been hurt.