This morning i
Rose and
Said goodbye
To my lonely
The one to
Count on to
“just be there’
To
Never “leave me
Alone!”
No, never leave
Me. alone
It won't
It won't
I rose
I say
Lonely's loving echoed
Haunting "long-walk" melodies and
Late night spliffs
That
Wrought
Rot
Wrought
Rot
Wrought
My
You! you en have nuh sense? is only a dog return to he vomit!
Mind
Walled in sage
Smoke my
Mind decayed
And reeked spinning rhythms
That made shadows
Skank and twist
Turn and shout
In to
The sound-stinking
Echo that again
Woke the day
The dream
Again
Re
Mem
Bering
A shifting slithering
Blackness that births
All
"i am no dog.”
Births all and stifles in
Smiling reflex
The reticent or forgiving
Quick
"i love you" she chirped and hugs
Squeezing
"...likewise" i responded
Gimply
These eyes don’t cry, and flesh don’t bleed
Burn baby, burn, and gimme what i need
In
Breast milk
In sunday school
In amoebic smoke christened
Swells
Rocking and pounding
In conversations
Artful exchanges in silence
Familiar’s violence
And in every
Knowing
"huh"
?
Or lover's gazes
Those shifting sands of sense or
Pretence or "act-now"ledgement
Or “just promise” or
"the hurt...i ..i...can't do this anymore."
It’s a
Skilled forgetting
A blind and goading and cloying
`you’re-so-beautifuls’ or
`i-need-you-so-much’s’
A missed wantings
Washed away in
Saturday-morning
Submission fucking
Position arrhythmic
Reflex
Shifting
`huh?’
`desire is the queen's gambit.’ the serpent hisses, shedding its sixth skin `it is really no more’
Yo, lonely lives in boomerang
Voices that
Can’t find ground
But fear sky,
Styll
These eyes don’t cry, and flesh don’t bleed
Burn baby, burn, and gimme what i need
These eyes don’t cry, and flesh don’t bleed
Burn baby, burn, and
I awake
And stare meekly into
Forever a mind choked
With `whys?’ and revealing and
Passion-bleached
False economy
Thoughts
Twisting crimsoned eyes hoping not
To see
Not see
Not to see
All the while
Feeling
...
I i look away
My reflection stammers
Panting heavy breaths
Misread redemption
Born-scorched, bone-bled songs of
A survival reflex
You know, her
Disembodied love ballads
Of die-nigga-die
Die nigga
Die
Die
`you’re what’s best in my life.’ she offers in blood-starched whisper
To the beat of
It won’t it won’t
The serpent sheds its seventh skin
A jagged tongue slices
The air
`but i need’ she say sharply `a better experience’
--
Lol. yeah
A-greed
So still
Lonely leaves me, alone
But finds me
Tempting
And teasing and in
Quiet reflex forgetting that
Never sets aright
Yo, its like love like
Lies
Nah. or
What’d i say?
Its like love like…
Wise
Yeah
These eyes don’t cry, flesh don’t bleed
Burn baby, burn, and gimme what i need
Look
I was talking about this
Mourning
This morning i
Arise, i mean
A-rose
To speak
And
To sing and
To weep
A blossomed
Farewell to
My lonely
I arose and walked alone
Into the blinding dream
Of
Goodbye
A thousand borrowed eyes watching
Memories mirroring
Shattered and
Colluding hopes
Thots stitch a reticent
Gossamer disgust;
And seeing all through infinity's
Unimaginable
Time-touch
`thank you for us. and i’ll always love you.’
The serpent just blinks
These eyes don't cry. this flesh don't bleed
Burn, baby burn, and gimme what i need --
Ah, but alas
!
Loneliness i could not see
She, she had abandoned, me
At last
At last
This mourning
Woke
To write the
Forever dream
It
Coiled in my soul
Held in its
Rubbery, oozing jaws
A black, black
Blackened rose
Annealed
Tongue
Kissing my thorns
The serpent spit forth seven years of
Knowing of loving
Of ` you. better’ of
Never again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
A-gain
A-gain
A-gain