A some-what when he wasn't working
and he watched me from the beaches,
and I threw up my arms with a tidal wave,
and once he saw me tunnel through
and as I pummeled this demon
a much bigger wave caught me,
and it was by big surprise.

I'm still running away
from the memories
and how they carry,
you can't understand
how I love you
with those blue eyes,
hesitation
doesn't come with runners
its a flowing creek,
of large falls
and how I was prepared......
and tumbling
and drowning
so weak.....
and smashing
the red splashing,
an artist
not me
at his peak,
picture
this
shattering
picture-shop
snap photo
and crop,
Mind you,
I wasn't
innocent
of a video shot,
Displaying
your rhythms
gave me comfort.
Nothing
for anyone
but myself.
Well, I drowned
myself
in the weeds I grew
and was nothing
but my own growth
I knew was subdued.

My faith has no time & its bittersweet,
The controversial are mistreated
And my predicated
of the years heresy
of my own guilty sins.
I can't judge upon this.
I'm guilty of everything.
We are all living skeletons
in each other's closets.
My numb-ness,
I can't feel this.
I'm already dead
and the Nephalem
grows the wings
from the back of me....
I feel enraged,
I just wish,
to feel happiness.

A feeling that feels alive,
can shatter
and easily feel the dice,
rolling to the edge
of the pool table.
No point snorkeling
dice that will fly,
and not be pocketed.
If these gets repeated
and that shameful dread
and I feel better asleep
and the dreams are the same,
but contentiously
continuously
I can't even weep.

A priest arrived by ambulance
to bless our sudden kiss

A doctor brought his bag but cannot
treat such things as this

My jewelry is just colored rocks
like pretty polished hollyhocks
in silver settings gone to curls
the same as any other girl's

but I could be your only love.

A flautist played our melody
in notes so fine and clear

That summer brought her midnights close
so that the moon could hear

the notes, the song so marvelous
the player played so long for us
the priest laid down his holy flask
the doctor blushed before he asked

if I could be your only love.

An urchin took a photograph
of you in uniform

You gave me spice and chocolates
to keep my fever warm

and lucky is the lucky bird
who calls and calls a wafting word
In this peculiar pregnant dawn
his curious and constant song

that I could be your only love.

little light belittling the darkness,
I kinda need her pecking on my neck,
and avoidance of war of the roses
I imagine her sweet brown eyes
ever so gently as this lazy lay
gives not the bad but the good cries
and there's no thorns in my crown,
push me over to my front side
as you sit upon my tummy
and cheekily give me a smile
I met you in a pub down-town
and silence are the exasperation
of a locked door excitement.
I need gently demons released
upon a shore of kisses on my chest.