Wednesday, August 6, 2014

You Who Eat My Heart


     Break my sentence
     break it
                               with all your might

Eyes wander from chart to chart
wondering if
it's you I secrete in every sight
described in the rawest kind of dream
culled without believing

and it's you
who hide in the promise of unwanting
researching your meaning
for whatever Time may bring
through whichever suffering

it shall be my heart
you wish to snatch
and chew tardily in secrecy
that it wanes you it chains you
in my sedateness
that hums like slow-motioned misery



Friday, May 23, 2014, 3:55 PM –
Wednesday, August 6, 2014, 2:43 AM

Happy Ghosts


When you died
Death fed my eyes to Grief
sightless I forsook every form of Light
in four dour days you were forgotten

I wanted to die with you
and I still do because
Affliction finds me in flesh and
Analgesic leaves me dying

thinking of Infection coddling you
nearing in persuasion
of how
we will be two happy ghosts
hunching hovering
this street that town
the still sourness of our bony graveyard

In these tears you lend me an excuse
of a thoughtless trend, dissipating
into negligence
into the rust of our carrioneating bus
its route fatefully foreboding
singing a sentimental childhood dream



Saturday, May 24, 2014, 2:53 AM –
Wednesday, August 6, 2014, 1:11 AM