Stars through the Water

I've seen how the coincidence can occur
inside a plethora of blessings.
Sending pictures in the light
that you only see in the dark.
If ever the weather permitted better
changes,
we should fall on to the 
flowers fleeting.

Unto upshot
into no one,
shining mining for gold 
lockets and syntax errors
we radiate unknowingly.

In here it feels like Sinking up.
And showers feel 
so 
damn 
good.

Caked in Something

All of this frenzy
and nowhere to send it.
Towns of plenty,
relatively reverent.
Sinking in steady,
petty decent,
you trickle
like rain drops,
Heaven's Cement.

Speckled in fortune
Untimely combustion
Extreme in contortion
Confudled consumption 
Above it
Or of it

Still

Smile,
I've got your picture
Mona Lisa,
fibbing.

Instilled in every step,
a rusty shade of red,
as we all fall 
down.

Perhaps I persisted,
delirious lush,
with fingertips shaking,
sick
on us.

Battered from battle
after tatters and crop tops,
I march into the darkness
and sit.

Stunning

It's in that beauty
that I find most
peace.
In hidden imperfection
my simple sentience
ceased
for you.
Basking in a Light like
no other,
I'll frolic here forever.
Will you 
too?

Shooting Star

Do you smell the paradox yet?
Or am I just 
the crazy one?
silly string cylinders of seismic sent
sarcastically backwards astronauts in
wire framed false hope
and back wash

Evaporating with every word,
the toil stops stalling.
I hope.
Deeper I dig
Into the sky
Scratching the stars
Crashing to dust

The Soft Sound of Silence

until we meet
again I stumble
with and without
a sense of direction
but you

shaking in my boots
I grip the slipping 
hope I can sleep
tonight or not
but it hurts
so good

the sweetness sours 
my memory of tasting
every broken bottle
cracking at my lips
and I giggle
alone

I wish for nothing
and hope for everything
cleansed in my escape
I stare at the sun
close my eyes
and breathe 

Away in Flames

The embers
don't have an avenue,
but I do.

In the subtle embrace
of nothing,
I find every answer.

Trickled with terror,
the crickets rub their legs
frenetically
and I listen.

Can the beginning feel more bare?
Should it?
I should know.

This taste is bitter,
but I love it all
too well.

Sink in the somberness,
and bask in it's bite.
I've longed for someone
to share my sulk
with a smile.

I will find you, dear.

I Don’t Understand

How quickly you fluttered,
then fainted,
my child.

Eager to rest.
I understand,
and envy
your escape. 

May the soil rest your
suffering,
your last attempts 
at breath.

Sitting in my hole,
I long
for your song.

Wake Up

In little listening
It isn't interesting
Is it?
Is it.

I mean maybe
You played please
We slipped scary
Us ending evidently 

Masking mortuary

Exacerbating accurately 
Accuating eats
Salivating solitary 

Waking in a dream

As it Seems

The time it took for something to settle.
The mode I made to feather my feathers.
Extremely unseen,
and unevenly kempt.
Obnoxious, you scream
as evenings commence.
The fiery rivers
have died
to a setting smoke.
I whistle in stuttered fervor,
whimpered wanton departure.
Listen.
The optic has lagered.
The cigarette slithered.
My faithfulness in you
withered accordingly.