Leo and Scorcese.. delicious.

I think the story seems like its pretty spectacular.

Water

Her image fades away in spores like
a portrait painted with tiny droplets drawn across a window pane
as dew would do we dissapate and drain
Where can we assume you do reemerge
where dark clouds shield you from heat heart
leak love, leak life and drip along the concrete pass
and see where you can stop even
if it be only to leak neither but a smile

Your conceit confuses me.
You and your brutal tongue
iced the way back home.
I see your trail, from
my own.

holes become puddles muddled in the mire
of bleak and pointless as our desires waiting for a hire
wade in our past and drenched in our future we
can sing our famous tunes
our noses red and grins fake
bleeding flavored tears of iron weeded sugar
laced burning harsh in alcohol
i taste just where you've been

Drink this.
And chew the ice of my form
with gentle knowledge that
we know our own origin
alone.