Eulogy for the sun

Her name was Ashley

A sliver of blue moon
behind the sun
morning voice
relinquish burden
inside the belly of conditional shouts

yea
she had a voice that was very loud
we're going to miss her

Her name was Ashley
And she had a voice
with the strength of bulls
So loud
the earth
would groan and pull

Another voice amongst the large
But a voice
so big
it knocked against stars
but the clouds were stronger
so my image was smothered
we're going to miss her


Her name was Ashley
another voice
amongst an army
who fed me
when my eyes
were starving
from relinquished debt
beside my woe
impaled heart-stone
burdens
wrought of sorrow

dipped in a bath of children playing with sulfur
a smile to a chuckle
and then it was over
but i
unchanging to accept
the way things won
found
drops of blood
filled with silence
will scream outside
your verbal lungs
and by then
she was gone

and we'll miss her
she had a whole lot to say
but yea, so long...

bone weak

i speak into her hands
as if i belonged

with evening skin

and a voice
that would grab hold to you
and pull you out of dreams

while dribbling
darling thoughts
onto the leg and calf
the size of my love
sinks so deep
it heckles the sun
to spot G
in her civilian becoming
with a knife-clenching perfection
so elated
she can't even breath
taking in gulps
of this suffocated hunger
until the thick, pulling weight of urgency
traps what's unknown into a breath
that i may

release

but i push through so hard
to bear quakes in a resurrection
that now weighs-in unconditioned
and
swallows her being whole
until
only pieces
can be seen
at the break of day

You're like, so art scene

Hey princess
whenever
wherever
your body lies
when you think of me
and how i'm so crazy
i hope the sun
is burning out your eyes

Shallow Martinis

Darling thoughts and...
Martinis
with a shade of green
beside tables
near the bar
at the door
looking mean

plopped up in chairs
or next to a pole

"Good morning beautiful!"
and goodbye "hellos"

thoughts so unbled
i can't pull them out
even to have something to sit on
while we talk

yet their slowly melting
and reaching out
from the pores beneath my eyelids
calling your name

But don't burst our trifle conversation
because i'm a martyr
to shallow friends
and acquaintances

and if I have to
i'll hand you my soul
on dead pieces of conversation grins

and make it shine
like a new-borne
beneath those lovely eyes

My life in D-minor

if i ruled the world
sun flowers would have holes
morning love would be in fashion
and Green eyes
would be belle
for invitations
on rainy days
to inspect the carpet floor
and throw pillows
with your back in various ways

influenza (in heels)

"Hey baby
don't stay away
or i'll drain you"

"pissing on territory?
yearning for lithium?
i'll cum as i may
but please
don't stay away
or i'll drain you"

Do or die
sit and cry
Your time is running short
when the sun comes in
and opens your eyes
you'll see
i'll have done all the work

The scars are spiderwebs
that don't do
a hella good
to a firing love
that leaves you bruised- "Apologies baby
ignore the echo in the back
it's only saying
i'll drain you..."