reflections aren't my body
reflections are made up of that which is weightless,
on surfaces of those which are limitless.
heavy. heavy. heavy.
do you argue with a car window?
you see reflections blinking back at you
because your eyes are salty and they burn,
and since blinking & burning feels better than breaking down,
you don't argue.
you continue to blink or you look away
and it still feels the same.
aren't you sick of this ******* game?
how you look into these reflections can shift,
just as windows bleed and blur after they grow older.
let your heart get softer
don't let your heart get colder.

You **** me
like you want
me.

II

we cannot sing the songs
in our blood. unless -
they Have blood
on them.
or a song, in
them.

III

tonight, i have gone nowhere
and my adventure bleeds out
like a stuck pig
in a slipstream... a unusual ghost fork
in a thin dream.
too vast to be a wisp
of my unguarded heart...
but too Human to be
a reflection of my wishful
thoughts.

It is deep like the knives
descend and sink, into the brevity
of our get along.
it trolls the wound of our endless
Unforgiving-
and dooms the sweet spark
of our forgiving
Yes.

Because it's all wrong.

Slightly
John Doe
less now I know and
nowhere to go
but
all is not lost
there'll always be
Jane

just a shame we meet
in such unfortunate
circumstances

buffalo head cloud
rawhide drums
saline rollers at tantalus cross
ominous light
forms a short mile away
head lice
and peckers
tap the metal track

shovel train pings
the night quiet
moonlight
shines in
geometric form
arches and skiddles
and skirting reflections
(a vast connection of
grand design)

7 horns
at the passing
(oh that cold metal joy!)
stirring the blades
and ground cover
you better not turn old friend
just nod,
and cut what you need

it’s a bitter run
on the winter line
(with the finest
of wheels
and runners)
hold tight
on the pulley
the canyon wires
are clipping

there’s a gateway
to the copper town
with a key held
by coveted few
you can spot the
riders in their
box cars
watching closely
at the chunnel’s
dark turn

we’d walk
the lines often
(and put an ear to the ground)
the mine town still
and barren
hidden treasures
and pocket *******
settled deep
in a tranquil, stolid place

Crystal parts
Broken hearts
I've been hiding all my fears
In this pipe
For far  to many years

You had me at hello, well at least I thought you did, you were someone different, I was blinded.. I was only a kid.
From sitting, spending time with you in your mom's car on several cold winter nights, to now.. Everytime I see you my heart takes flight.
I was sad and depressed and I couldn't figure out why.. until you took the time to disarm me.. showed me I was worth a lot more, not just any other guy. I remember it perfectly.. deep in conversation, until I reached over and kissed your lips and felt a deep sensation. From the start I knew I felt a spark, and until this day.. that area, remains our park. You helped me find a better side in me, you traveled so far figuring me out.. you saw parts no one else dared to see. Before I knew it, emotions hit me left and right like a slap to reality, I knew it was something real.. I know you would agree. I've made mistakes and I can't apologise enough for that.. thank you so much for staying it means a lot.. Signed.. Matt.
-Sorrows

dark storms rising
as electricity
crackles up my spine
in ascent of moonspell
as I trip through
            my own wires
                 my inner sense
                     of flesh
      reverberating  
in waves of
magnetic fireworks
      and suddenly
I am spinning
     my fibers
all splayed out                
for you to see
a cartographer
of emotion
mapping your veins
               and arteries
and we hold citizenship
of a private inner land
a country              
    that we share
as we into light expand
my inner goddess in tune
with your
molecules and carbon
your cells rushing like
                a river
into my estuary
in landscapes of longing
blissfully unaware
but for our souls'
secret language of
pumping blood and fire
from here, it's uncharted
but for the rhythms
                   of desire

invisible to the naked eye,
we exquisitely penetrate
the surface
descend into the
depths of bones
the most primal core
where lava licks
push spirit's will
            straight up to the fore
and I am the spark in
your most opaque rage
ready
to give it up
in dust and magic
as pulmonary exhale
flows the blood
and we dissipate , slowly
into uninhibited flood

Take me apart,
dark love
pulverize my limits
fly with me
to the opposite
of loneliness
where
    every
        millisecond
  breathes