The hollows of my neck as my throat rises my lungs saw it radiant thaw pacific awe The dryness of my skin the snow comes crashing down flurry of horns pale light quiet fury

Every sunning tunnel calls me back reflection against the frame of flashing frames of the B train's silent stream through the quiet window black Written on the broken rib from which this stems the arid search for empathy free waters of the green east river flowing, glassy eyeline, dancing bridge, iron arcing skeleton Whisper to myself the words I'd like to say to someone shave my head and show my whispering ears to hear that no one knows oh darling, love like yours could split an atom in an instant unleash into the earth your lovely things that seem to glisten I cant help but think the time it takes to search for someone whole will leave you writhing left in pieces, another turn in a terrible cycle, screaming blue and blue and lose your mind to see the winds all moving in any single color over every single thing I've been wanting some maternal, think I've found it in my mother and the pages keep on coming, from the ages of my father and every fold of life I know the kid will go uncover and the bench ablaze as well, by every ray of a beautiful lover I miss the running round the table, the bounding sprint of a tiny body and every burden that I’ve borne, the shoeless wandering apology My fingers to tumble turn over your sighs parallel divisions like carousel circles it all comes back flashing the ebb at my heels the spring and the warmth and the bittersweet sheen wretched addiction tattoos to consume all across my rib all over my skin

Most beautiful thing it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen

Spent my nights dancing smiling spinning circles with your smile barely clinging to the afternoons of purple Egyptian scenes you've scrawled across me and evenings you've colored with spoonfuls of mercury Mellow tone of pigeon wing, the windowsill the shifting winds come in voices and the night comes slower still pigeon song invades the simple darkened room like the old brass bed, I know there's something looming Red skies at noon the luminous blue looming tides of the moon looming

She was fiction After returning to my every dark place after squandering new beginnings I will have this one fresh chance before I cannot begin again The issue so trite in scope so magnifies your face that I cannot fathom any continuing thing but I feel I skirt something at such a rate that I could render myself unable to feel forget this, forever, for real And it ran along my arm and I wondered at the quivering line it made my skin, it reeks of a lonely aroma my reflection beneath the phantom blade A first true cold Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men that come with the dust and are gone with the wind

I want to intwine myself I want your hair entangled in my teeth across my ears, you kisses to beat against my temple I want your voice in my lungs, infused with my ear my every breath captured through your lips I want to love you like I want to trim dispassion from my chest

Resonant mouth of deep honey trickling of sugar so sickening stares wild in rings of dark coffee cooled as often you need some radio soul so dull in desire so wakeful and good to brighten your hands and loosen your wrists I'll listen your lips crisp and exploding at the drum of my ear Tearing to justify my blindness forced I hope you don't mind if I let me leave cause now you’re on Ritalin and I think I can't watch and I think that I should And I've heard cocaine is king but it doesn't want to look at me like the plastic sheen the glaze of amphetamine I'll stare at poppies pressed and framed the lonely letters of your name arranged I've noticed patterns and paradises springing

Oscillating man says pull from all places What I need magnifying glass to focus flame on paper to go to my hand Be it vomit or blood or bird song