Without You

our mirror temperament
our thoughts in helix form

our lungs adjust to altitude
exhale pieces of the sky

you were
empires burning and falling
stars going supernova

white light and elysia

liquor will make you vanish tonight

but i'll feel your imprint in the morning

i am uneasy
i miss you

and i feel forever without you

Why Bother

staged anonymity
for the pulse rate

touching the sugar-coated eyes

vermine will meet in a hole

to psyche out rationality
on their way to heaven

glitter will
sparkle on the dance floor

and insects will
carry away it's eyes

sugar-coated...

winter will arrive
as anticipated

and everything lovely
will die

Saliva

subterranean movement
shakes like alzheimers

tastes like soil
and soil alone

it wasn't even alive enough to die

riding the moon like veins
confessions over drinks

how stars disappear
shedding light
like a winter coat
a shawl that serpentines
to the ground

using a finger
to stir the universe
like a bowl of cereal

the barrel of a .45
wet with saliva

a yellow lilly on our dinner table

and she'll smile
and we'll talk
and she'll hold my hand when we walk

but touching on beauty
does not make me beautiful

Dead Centre

when she touches me

it feels like hands sifting through garbage
looking for something misplaced
maybe a phone number
maybe a photograph

thrown away
in the heat of an upset

i could kiss her fingers
as they go fluttering by
making roses bloom
and chickadees sing
undoubtedly
on days unlike today

flies encircle me
like planets orbiting
collapsed stars

i am my dead center
shriveled and blackened at the heart

Co-lapse

rosen fear waiting
cellular phone levitating the sun

light that surrounds
metal tables
grooves for drainage

the leaks in our skin

catalyst

plucked an E string
for a meaning
i cannot remember

forever

an exit wound flowering
the back of
mother theresa's head

spiral the vertebrae
and then sleep
until dead

Libations

rife with cleansing fingers
graze the trigger
learn about chloroform homogeneously

aroused in gearing
transcend to the dance floor
to kill that pauper
kill that violet inside

we spill exuberantly

plausible,
the air we breath
but not possible

just an entertained thought

we're mocking birds diving into beasts
infra dead you-boat rationality
caressing the floor

we'll come up for air

long after the venom has primed the

aorta

REMedy

wondering how quietly
i could vomit into the kitchen sink
it's three in the morning
fixed on mucha's spring 1900

as if some measure of stability
exists there

eyes tell lies to the brain
caresses to die
only the heart
could ever really know why

she faces a wall now
smiling from the night stand
for the soft plateau texture
the flat opaque coating

the ants trailing
to something expired on the floor

bellini's ah dolor! ah terror!
leaking from the little buds
nestled in my pocket

the ceiling growing
as tall and as empty as the sky

amused by the complete and utter absence

of life