Ellipses Etcetera

Tight noise –

          stifling and archaic:

          scissors cutting through

          your teeth like

          construction paper.

But these scissors

don’t do justice

to the soft delicate

curves of your body.

You live between a month

and a mountain

where the air

          is fractured

and everything

tastes like

poison.

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Feigned fainting;

you feignted

while the moon

cracked

over the city

like an egg

over a frying pan.

One fat raindrop

wished falling

and dreams

I can’t remember.

Your aortic pulse

breaks through

the stillness

through your sternum.

There’s blood in the everywhere;

there’s no blood

nowhere.

SkyFalls

Fog leaked

through the trees

and spilled like smoke

onto the world below

in the dark of predawn

in the dark of predawn

in the dark of predawn.

Maybe I'm hearing things

in the background

or seeing things

in the distance

through eyes closed;

maybe the cranial storms

subsided long enough

to notice

I've never been awake.

Maybe not.

Metal Spoon; Empty Coffee Mug

I woke up

alone

in the backseat

of my car

yesterday morning

statically trying

to outrun the static.

There's no time

in dreams;

it's easy to see

how one could get lost

in them

so often.

And the door is ajar

in that apartment

you dream of,

but the door

to the dream is closed;

we're all so lonely

in the cold interior

of our moving cars,

aren't we?

Occipitus the Dangerful

The aneurysm

crept up your scapula;

like a series

of mini fevers

that all break at dusk.

You don’t need it anymore

you don’t need it

anymore

you don’t need

anymore.

In the desert

when the darkness comes.

Blood dancing

out of your eyes

just barely ajar;

hands clasped

listening to the sound

of rushing water

beneath your feet.

There is no optimism here;

you've seen it always.

Dreaming Princess Inside the Devil's Castle

The street lamp

light crumbling

through

the tree branches

and thick fog –

dense enough

to suffocate;

O.D. on condensation.

A fire stronger than god

is the sunset

in the window

                   in the distance.

A bird

bathing

in a used ashtray;

for some

misery isn't optional

but rather

the only option.

Don't Beast Ranger

The thin film

over your eyes

when you first wake up.

Last night

in the snow –

eavesdropping

on the falling eaves;

echoes of talk shows

enough to send you

into panic.

Just go east for a while…

you’ll be surprised

at how quickly

you fall asleep.