there's nothing like
life I own
bereft of breath
death my friend
pulled up stakes
's deck's stir
it breezes still
beneath my heart
blaze's hot
as hell's laughter
what speaks the eyes
is menacing x-rays
cold as the sun
sting to the soul
but sour as honey
words are clichés
I put make up on
to reflect my pose
now I dance
like I'm nothing
and sing like
I am everything
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Bereft
Monday, August 1, 2016
Thrill
I’m
awake as the night itself
Reading’s
but of atomic help
Wind
races past the time
To
blow me back in frame
I
can definitely use me
In
destroying love afire
Death
thrills, life kills
It
takes weakness to unveil
Words
blurred by tears
Smear
heart and the future
Eyes
redden with clock ticks
As
the night crawls to eternity
It
costs the spirit living free
Inhales
are Master’s snapshots
Exhales
(sour gospel to swallow)
Are
infernals’ Do Re Mi Fa Sol
It’s
contemptuous dancing alone
Lights
fighting besides the bed
Dreams
tempt everlasting sleeps
Sleeps
I never sleep when asleep
Fate
reads me like authorless novel
To
spit out enlivening chapters
And
beguile me with brief quotations
From
last moment we were together
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