So real she reached her hand

for another

fingers fall through

in heat

of a shadow.

Fizzles of smoke swirl

in a container left vacant

charmed to the glass

dancing in her palm adjacent

to be admired.

Rolled back

iris glows a ghastly

night and stars

walking and free

we walk.

Sweet surrender of a knife of faith

on a chilly holiday weekend.

Rear view mirror fogs

and the quiet of her lips bound

tightly

suffocating the white around his finger tips.

Chest beats around his clinch

balancing her like a scale

on a moon

and the taste of honey

springs down his lips.

The Churches said it well.

Catered to the individual

solemn bells rang

the light pierced the sanctum

and we evolved.

Not in belief

in expression.

words exchange.

Stocked the cupboard

the same Sunday afternoon

stocked full

for thee to come.

And the light will corress our skin

and linger.

is never on time.

 

have never been a strong suit.

Double breasted 1970’s type

more buttons then you know what to do with.

Taking off, years ahead,

only future me would know.

Tonight, could be the night

railing in all that bailing.

Call tonight

see you in 3005.

 

 

 

 

Trash fields

broken lights

burning buildings

and the safe is safe.

With everything falling apart

the green key

will always be around in

a bank of tragedy.

brakes make

the jail seem

quiet.

speaking for and about the dragon

he’ll eat you

and spit out the bones.

Stories will be carved on flesh

held on a screen

in our hands

for the world to see

what one will do

with nothing to lose.

 

Struggling everyday

carrying it with me

in my stomach

poison.

It could be

it could

be the last first time

or stretching rejection.

The birds chirped by as I wrote that

singing along with the melody

carrying the tune

for me.

Will down this poison together

and will both live

in Verona