The wells behind your eyes are hollow and dim,
places of refuge for dark fears that bind you at night,
chains
of fluid diamond tears.

Escape to the outer world as a lion from his cage;
the flavor of your eyes is steel.
Is it wrong to be so cold and tired,
lying on the concrete
in this unending torrential rain?

Connect the dots between soul and body and become immortal,
follow me into the clawing, cloying land of animalistic heat,
the fever
of love and the lie of touch.

The wanton cry that escapes your lips direct from your heart
is alive and breathing.
Come discover with me the uselessness of
whitewashed beginnings and ragged edged endings.

The walls that frame your heart beat in fitting rhythyms
and force me to dive into the recreated world of your mind,
creating anew
plagues of rainbow and
clouds that fill the skies like puffs of smoke from the cigarette
ever present in your bony hand.

Ash stained rivers of words pour from
tar stained teeth,
and there are worlds between our beings,
but I love you still.

you see how we pull to the shale in the rhythyms?

i have always felt it that way to

there and back
length of body out, and ankle it out like a full body power slide
on the face and back hand at once
when the swell and you measure down
she relents and lets you end her or with her
thats aggression

irish cutting you off now shane, have the land ledge movement
im on civil rights violation

trying to fight my way into prison

i'll drag every man who signed his life to me, away
through my castles in pain

jenna haze is on the other side in new york waiting

and rains of sands, soundly bobby, i'll go down

for when i became calm, a star an air force general from ireland

for the green fields of london call, speak of french again

for my grandmother elizabeth omeara of lietrim