ill write you every dayi'm only as good as far as my teeth extend,some small bliss and rotten images stuck betweenand my gums were bleeding trying to hold up this smilelike some weight of the world i wish you didn't bear--and where could it be but hidden, no fucking ideawhere i'm meant to stand and if i'm meant to breatheor just sigh and wonder where my knees will stopand if you'll ever break the silence with me splittingwhile i gave you all the recollections of foggy roomsand lurking fingers and my eyes closed and uselessand that comes to mind again--my voice is stuck in some alternation, some second guessworld where love is like a fucking
dskfhand where secrets end, compromise beginsmy mind breathing heavy on "maybes" and a cheating imagination;one minute you're crazy in love and it's me with my hair differentand we're chewing mouthfuls under dying stars sprinkling corpse dustand somewhere you smiled-the next twisted with fear and you're speaking to a girlwho's lips look soft and she can hear your voice even in your roomwhile i've just fizzled into a static soundand maybe i'm just fucked but i don't think that's easy to loveeven with a colourful dress and all the right words breathlesswhile i watch you from afar in the windows glowand my nails look like chippe
im wrong to wanti told the scrabble board i loved you,highlighted my feelings beneath our scoresand slept beneath where the sky touchedmy heart, outlined by my fingertip and meltedto your breathing heavy to the stars--and somewhere i lost you to circumstance,to fucked beliefs and their stupid lack of willingnesstucked between words like "he was out to get you"but someday is stepping where it's deep blue,where my terror leaks like a drowning ship,choked up on words that didn't mean anything, better offfloating away and dissipate rather than across my mess-but i loved you, i love you, my tenses are all fucked
indsfsome fingerless trace of the past,old papers and paints tucked between daily life,beneath the shirts i rarely wear and jeans with holesand a forgotten octopus dreaming of ink stapled to my skin-i fantasize of your old sunset like some twisted freak only here the sun is naked glistening over a blue skythe stripes of illumination trickling throughthe green fabric of the background like pitiful tearsand your face setting mine on fire like some meaningfulburning of passages, of tender recollections and my skin is just the pages curling in the flickering smoke--but the sun tucked away behind the hills and my eyesblink now a
....these thoughts dried in the ocean between uslike the ink beneath our scars, boredom leaves a gap for tendernesswords highlighted in permanent markers and we're wondering what we meanwhat we meant then and all i can think is some dire straights songoooo the time was wrongand my greasy hair and awkward smiles- and i am just too young to knowhow much you gave a shitthe ink makes me nauseous now and i'll hurl these words as a last noticeand there's that old saying they use to describe two people who are fuckedstar crossed loverswhat a loadbut if you want to believe in something there's that
teardrops on your breathcould it bethat a baby to bathwatertakes like hydra to cradle,burns thy pus in the tellingof a flaming fable?you acquire in quantity a basket of acceptable emblems,list them to your wrist - clack and slide to seizethe hawkeyed gem from rotordemdrums.an examined life? two-faced,peruse a Jew-face in the comedy glue-faceand accept the truth, that all volumes are bound.i've taken a medical oath which gives me the rightto execute, experiment you, for any old slight,any new sight, or chance for hope, as a bankertakes gold for guns - to grease off another banker,blame whoever by whomever whenever they get the guts,if