(129)

we two devoured eternity
(ferocious with naked trust)

(128)

turn closed eyes
toward the distant future
blind to the starlight
of a shamless heart
never meant to be
whethered by the questions
of the elliptical past

(127)

2
instinctively we yearn for the exquisite blueshift
the enticing gravity of the soul
an opportunity to burn within the enveloping starlight
of some seemingly distant otherself
demonstrating not a fear of the frigid obscure
but a haunting compulsion to reach out and warm it

(126)

my words do not flow with the ease with which I wish they would. i  am lost in my own mind. i can't make out what is truth enough to tell and what is the fantasy of one politely named a dreamer. it cannot come as a surprise to you that i am lost. we're all lost. we're all confused and insecure and waiting. yet this knowledge does nothing to calm the the anxiety that clouds my existence. i'm cold to the core with a need i cannot describe. it aches like the shrapnel they left behind. the advancing infection.

(125)

somewhere is waiting

some where I'm not required to ponder the spirituality of collapsing stars
some when I can forget our precious depth of vulnerability
some how perhaps silently breaking the universe through love

somehow our obscurity will save us from this cosmic perspective
                                                                          this distant image
                                                                          this some
                                                                                           where
                                                                                           when
                                                                                              how

(124)

who are we
emperors of collapsing stars
blithely imagining a universe that is not indifferent to our existence
here is an opportunity for observation without delusion
a demonstration of the infinite astronomy of the mind
we are a billion billion butterflies
exquisitely vulnerable in our knowledge of the cosmos
and the enveloping fear that it might not know us back

(123)

we're all a cosmic hiccup
a frame in the stop motion starlight
and all the kinky quirks and tears and scars and passion
can't negate the fact that we once weren't
and once won't be

but the welling blank brink
threatens an absence we can't afford
belies the simple truth etched in the universe

that we

    are
    were
    am
    was
    is
   
can be
will be

(122)

when all is said and done
and I am stripped
and all that remains is the breathing
the simple, calm heartbeat of it all
there is a smallness to me that encompasses everything

the in and out
the blood coursing
elemental
ephemeral
eternal

(121)

she won’t choose what is right
an insult to the depths of herself
mistrusting requirements
abandoning them for the magic of identity
the suggestion of the eternal

she doesn’t die
she can’t
without colliding with the everlasting
transitory Universe
a function of the old trouble

we come from a knot
no nearer embracement
than when we believe ourselves to be

she wanted to believe
windswept and trembling
she wanted

(120)

to shield me is an insult bewildering
let yourself go
passion is sanity fated to pass
(if not punctually)
a transitory Yes
a stream of the moment

(119)

we radiate something curious
the story of the Universe
(itself small--a function of the fear that things won’t fit)

(118)

I’m no different than memory
I’ve traveled to misty places
where foreign flowers bloom in starshine
gone and failed to learn to speak
traded my last bit of sanity for a ticket home
----
I meant what I said
I’m sick
a cosmic fuck-up
everything my desire
----
sidewalk memory
all blood and grime
staring up at the cosmos
flowers forcing through the cracks

(117)

I run the path of most resistance
the clean
the easy
the lucrative
don't interest me

I revel in the struggle
face smeared with dirt
and ambition
the slide of grime in my fingernails
centers me

I yearn to pull you with me
take your face in my hands
leave my mark
on your porcelain cheeks

(116)

there's always a catch

(115) free fall

teetering on the edge for years
always almost too close
breathing centers
the in and out of life
tides rise and fall
feet begin to slip
always barely find purchase
in the inevitable cycle
in and out
in and out
in and in and in
and silence
a choice
a step
the free fall
with nothing between
her feet
and infinity

(114)

she cries old-fashioned tears
tumbling toward the edge of the fissure
pushed by the pressure of repressed monsters

she follows the call
the sounds of desperate ringing
the whispers of violence
flashing behind closed eyes

she longs for everlasting synchronicity
the hydrostatic equilibrium that eludes her

(113)

the end is all I can see
where our words
battle
to be heard

now use them
to solve a miracle
to pull through the end
where blue stars bless
the emptiness

claim yourself
speak my name
our bodies
length to length

understand that
time regenerates with fire
there is no place to hide
from the clarity you fight

it burns tomorrow's desires
it burns tomorrow
it burns
i burn
i

(112) the perfect poison

the taste of you a supreme rush
when the fire calls and nothing passes
the most predictable story ever told
drawn to some wondrous breaking point
and when the shadows stretch to yesterday
and tomorrow
I'm not sorry
I can't be sorry
while we linger in the smudges
because we fashion the silence of everything

(111)

I was never clean
my upside down dependence
became a self without substance
but I understand the alignment I seek
and try to avoid the swelling blank brink
have fistfights to cure the night whispers
hope to be as I was made to be

(110) mirror stranger

I hear
when I shouldn't
(in a haze
stars
--so far--
align
visions dawn
epiphanies empty)

I can't see
(I'll loose myself
or maybe just
my sanity)
let me float
listen to your crying
(when I miss,
teach me--
pull me back)

something in me
believes
needs the starlight
of your eyes