Flashing matches burn

high and might

tied down. 

Carries the might storm

and life

with the Earth

and the twilight catches

the falling petal 

on the current. 

Swisher to the pond

below swimming moon, 

rippling past the roots. 

Embellishing features crafts

desire. Stop signs were only

warnings, suggestions.

Couldn’t halt the speeding bullet

passing through wide eyes

and open mouths before

it lands through my chest.

Ignites tremors fueling

a rejuvenated

love.

I thought you were running empty,

Russian Roulette,

I got lucky

this tme

 

Wheels crank on the steel

plane moving vicariously from

city to city. 

Passing city lights

landmarks, young couple

in a park, barking like

the golden retriever

around their wrist. 

Night came faster

then a stop.

The street lamp

captured

an elderly couple, 

walking together, 

to their next stop. 

You can’t see it,

if you look closely. I know,

it doesn’t add up

two plus two

shows the fire the ignites

the giant powering my time

like a six-hour deadline.

You couldn’t see it under

a magnifying glass, look closely

don’t blink,  it’s not there.

I believe you when you say

you want to patch things up,

but there is nothing to patch,

the patch powers my tank to move

the will to wake,

my will to move.

Move the being to make

the dream

the night creates.

 

 

Believed to be a better

from the worst that passed through

like webs to a monster.

Bitter to your touch,

needing that touch,

sweet to the lips.

I need that monster.

Sweeps the terror into her

mouth and carries it away.

I love that monster.

Teeth barring on my shadow,

howling under the sheets,

digging her claws into open back.

I want that monster.

 

Watched the day

turn

night in minutes.

The silent red ash

brushed the delicate blue

aside like

a single hair above her brow,

Single stars break through

the quiet times

of a peaceful

storm chasing the day.

I believe in what you told me,

on that stormy Monday,

crying 

that it was

a shared dream.

Nightmare turned

tears of joy,

down my chest,

into my life.

Hand in hand,

to jump together,

in a puddle of

us.

Where did you go?

So soon

So soon

gone.

Go on,

go long.

Why the long face,

why run the long trace.

Trace the outer way

of this long space.

Go on,

go on and go

long.

Run along go

play in 

space.

I found myself sitting

waiting for each note,

like the drum breakdown,

In the Air Tonight.

Stringing the guitar

the birds chirped outside

singing about my weak grasp

on my own humanity.

They can hold a note,

I’ll give them that.

There throwing

it in my face.

Close the blinds,

pray for the power

to control my own

and finish what they started.

I heard them creeping at night,

the monster underneath your bed,

you saw it in the mirror

in your coffee in the morning

in the eyes of your lover you left in bed.

Its crippling;

but you can’t park in that close spot

someone won’t push you around

this time.

The monster follows you around at work

hates the clothes on your back

the food that you eat

the women your loving

the women your fucking.

Wish you could tell this beast to fuck off

pick on someone your own size,

but it doesn’t exist.