Look at the cool blue water
Look as it runs and rushes upstream
past markers of trunks dipping long fingers to the riverside
and stones, jagged, rippling, pushing air up and around,

by the ashes she was sitting
as the wind the grass was kissing
missing, most of all the kissing
filling every hour minute
she had imagined, much too trusting

the sun in the clouds takes cover

This shit is blown
this soul is torn
this seed is sown

And I don't know where I'm running to
with a dromonaiacal giggle and gag
warm gut covered in my mouth with milk

hold.

wait.

stay.
oh, please stay, ghost

imaginary friend
imaginary feeling (best friend?)

insubstantial warmth
overstated glance

turn, face the floor
avert.

Bring it back
Bring it back
swing it once around
then catch it in your hand

Bite your tongue
Bite your tongue
whatever you say
the hurt will last long

Bring it in
Bring it in

we wind down, we wind down
wind slowly down past winter and summer and winter again
long days full of motion thrusting forwards

we catch in eddies
turning, slowly inwards

place for some of these
bit and pieces, old foodstuff mantras
heavy in my mouth with an achy jaw
two hundred thousand pieces of gum but, oh
i have gone no further than where i started from

it’ll be the death of me, eventually, I think
big pit belly and song on the wind
with tongue between your teeth, making sure you taste the stories circulating

OR, HOW I LOST THE ENDING AND AM UNABLE TO CRY

i remember the heat on the back of my neck
and the smell of fading spring, a lonely man's cigarettes
a little bit of unwashed flesh

a tantalizing name at the fingertip stretch
i would lying if i said i was trying my best
to move, to hold, to stay
motionless caught spinning in old spierwebs

hello, friend of ages
cousin brother
i would like to be your second in a knife fight
lost on streets, biting a bruised lip
giving the night a kiss
giving the night our kiss

and when the settling dust will reach it's apex and then fall
i'll cry and let loose all the words
"i know it all, i knew it all"
when curtains, laden with a lack of orbit in these quiet years

and i won't deny i love to feel the motion, and the shake
of dancing around the issue
and i would sacrifice the ground i stand on
and personality. breaks apart,

and in your darkest hour,
through milky glass
a sun came.

I feel it in my knees
quick, two lines line the back of the alley and scream, scream,
scream like the voice with a realization on it's lips
still trembling from a kiss, frigid and cold