-sun

at a distance
as it likes to be
it can see for eons

but when
touch is exchanged
for sight

it will be
absent

the light

Cuddle

staggers inn
what is thought to be
love illustrious flower state
gaudy and
godly the dogs are
attracted to the decay inside
hollow bellied for the maggots
profluent life cycles little things perpetuating

i couldn't see you

eyes emerge from the skull as sun
spots a willow weeping loss
ratios in jars of formaldehyde
cuddles with a pillow at night

and imagines sometimes
that

it is an

angel

A Stevie

Destroyer of the apex
To tear out his eyes

They serve no purpose

But how will he know if he's happy?

The warmth in him
Having vanished
Years ago

His body
Teetering on the ledge
Of a freeway over-pass
Indisposed

Arms spread
like a crucifix

The sun behind him
Like an orange shotgun blast

The wind
Pushing against his body

Happiness
In the roar
Of the engines below

Heaven

Is not
A place

Baby Blue

Oh music
How I wish I could be you
And not

Me

Because you make sense

All things
As instruments
To measure ourselves

Breath giving life to woodwinds
Fingers dancing on strings
A living prayer
A living weakness

The ether
Took her baby blues
Right out from my skull

And how the years would hide her
From me

Those baby blues
Would surface from a mirror

I am affraid of doubt
And the ideas
Idle thoughts become

Even if
They're only in my mind

It says something
For my mental state I'm sure

There is too much contempt
In me

And
There is no music

Re all it'y

It is a bad day

For.

A good night

Baroque

Like the finger

Likes to linger

Lies white strung

Tethered to impediment

Predicts the day it will fall

Curvature of the finger

Stinger

Dreamer

Linger on Oberon

Coal clean vision everything

Window frost loveliness

Cataract sphere machine

Orbits itself unseen

Cool cost of anything

In its iris turned venom

Fatigued in a dream

Burning rose and jasmine and

Velveteen

IX

I thought I saw you in the moon

But it was just sex through an opened window

And i am a voyeur

And for a second

I can smell your fragrance

Your signature scent

And theremins rise

And I can see you

That you are galaxies

Through a telescope

And that I am exhaust fumes in a closed garage

I am eyes yellow like phlegm

I am bubonic

I am revelations

I am brightly colored centipedes

In an opened palm

I could part the light bulb from its fixture

And learn to feel

All over again