Night

There were nights when all I could see
were the glistening of stars.
With radiance shown through the galaxy
from beyond the cosmos
The night was beauty of the sky.
Time passed with no words
The only noise I could hear
was the wind whistling through my ears as I laid flat on the cold earth.

I closed my eyes for a second
Breathing was stable and I felt one with the earth
Somewhere else the world was turning and people were moving
but not me, my eyes were closed
Everything was in it's right place.

When it came to be I opened my eyes.
The night sky was dark again as though all the stars suddenly burst
into dust like a clear window into space
The moment had fled away with time.
I got up, brushed the dirt off and
with my hands in my pockets, I walked to the city lights.

Reference

I have seen the best minds, of another time.
I knew them well and confided their secrets
in my heart. I have seen minds devoured and
minds engorged, fattened by the arrogance
of a start above.

When a single sound becomes the echoed chime
or even a blackened expectation of regrets
I saw them, the best of minds drift to sand
slipping through cracks of an impatient dance.
On the blazed stove.

We can sing our songs as loud, or recite
Ourselves like definitions, but falter and fail
At exposing ourselves to the other hole.
The impatience of satisfaction will hold
you down, and crush.

Hold poetry in my face to see if I bite.
Bring the melody to heart and follow a trail
of redundant pacings, hoping to carve a world.
It was all done, and all stories told.
We just might need a push.

Creation, Destruction, and passing from one
to another. I'll weep for the inability.
I'll keep a new wound to be sung about
to the beat of a Civil War Drum

Still Alive.

Shatter.
Shaken Stirrups Spurring
Shit.
Sleep. Syringe, Sleep.
Syringe Sweeps Sleep
from Suddenly Shaking Souls.

My eyes vibrate. How Can I rest with
Staccato Vision.

My ears Tremble like tiny alert rodents
shifting shoots under white blankets.

The smell of ash, and burnt stainless steel
makes me want to vomit.

Vomit seeps from my mouth,
burning my tongue,
scalding my teeth,
terrifying stagnance..

Factories filling for Fecundity.
FORWARD FECUNDITY!

Sheets of glass crashed,
always crashing, grinding.
Eternal dust.
It hurts my lungs.

Syringe does not stay.
Silver fires quiver.

Quick fire, Slaying.
Stay.

Stumble. Trip.
Sorry
Sorry
Sit
sleep sleep stop

What is this mouth I've found.
What. Tongue and Cunt and Heaven
found in sewage.
Life Like.
Cold

Like Life. Like Like, Life still, stilllife.
Still Life Like.