Guess my gold and what all that I am worth
With these eyes that tell old stories
Through wordless reminders of the past
Desire nothing, save for future
And present fades away to blackened stars
I couldn’t have forgot the tired distance
Though my heart loudly telling me it’s flat
And from there my angels come crawling out
Into the gold seats I lay out in front
Of the words I spread with blood so thick
While today’s past, present, and future
Shifts hues and recollects artifacts
Into the faintest scents of memories
The world whispers it’s answers
Up and beyond leftover thought
That faintly caress hovering fading light
[Past shuffling feet
That arch through cobblestones
Past empty mouths
That gape wide at silent sidewalks]
Like smoke in humid shadows
With careful fragmentations floating
Full of unanswered love letters
That lingering gospel subdues
With spoken promises
A shifting presence marks its space
With hidden answers carved into air
Whirl winds here collapse time
And carry fading light into darkness
An infinite change to alter what’s guttural
A push forth to filter substantial
Harmony to mystically float abysmal
Up, up and away into the supernatural
Be gone, be off, be far away and impartial
Leaving life itself here in actual
Space and time, compounded with natural
Phenomenons, ordinary existential
Places of habitation and practical
Reality that grows into love after all
Fucking bloated imperfections
Passing tulips and roses out to guests
Inviting homeless inside
For a warm nights sleep and
Steam to wash away stains
Push on me; your aspirations
Dance with this wallflower
This undernourished lover
Through the night and
Along sleeping streets
Blunt under our breath that
Pissed away the night
Live away sadness in
Drugs that float lightly
Betwixt passages of your brain
Lovers mingling in ecstasy
While bloating subsides
Words spill out from depths of my soul
Draping their sustained endings
Across tips of my limbs
Stopping for emotional pauses
Amongst flaps of skin
In flexed and crooked joints
Allowing me to contemplate
Longevity and meaning
Of letters I sling together
If words like these did sting your ears
If flowers no longer blossomed in your eyes
If roads began to wind for you
Forever may those distrust in me
If I spoilt the love I have today
For a love I won’t have tomorrow
Then let a darkness be the bearer
Of steps I do declare
If my virtues contrast my ways
If my habits exceed my grace
Then let my name ring out in laughter
As a man who toiled his life in vain
If a blade took my life tonight
The ice pulling down my being
If an end does finally come of it
And sets my soul to float away
Which pierces through your heart in pain
Then let your suffering be felt by me
What my dying breath shall whisk away
Racing through pages
For times and places
Dates and messages
Is history all told
Uncovered and browsed
Traced and recorded
Deciphered and captured
Printed into books
Pages build pages
Names: stepping stones
Discovering, unsettling
Informing and growing
This is the past
Historical highway
Information abundant
Future’s untold
When I touch you, baby
And all I feel is goosebumps
When we slow roll down
To your back and my weight
I see it with fuel in your eyes
When the light is turned down low, baby
I hear you, softly and smoothly
Whispering tones we’ve come to know
Hear me as I kiss trails down your neck
Where I feel earthquakes within your soul
And when passion grabs hold of your hips, baby
Fills you up to heights untold
Scream out; let surrender take control;
Snarl and arc and grip me leaving
Memories in claw marks over my skin
I see wizards
Mingling
With hazardous potions
I see angels
Screaming
To mindless pebbles
And rustling up darkness
Digging deep down inside
Like leather bound bikers
Full of anger
Peddling motionless
Save small nods of the head
I see guard dogs
Chained
To harvesting trees
I see trimmed hedges
Floating
Like lingering strangers
Passing through the darkness
That creeps along
The side of the house
Trampling
Brightly coloured daisies
I see chains
Swinging
Back and forth and stairs
I see widows
Standing in the doorway
Holding a straw broom
Blue and white checkered apron
And a tight bun
Holding in gray
And many years of
Deep isolation
Slowly
Sound drips
Into sleep