I am so sorry

this place is stubborn
walls with walls
and sirens that never call
you to come away.

I am a stubborn
lie upon lie
and learning to lure
me to come away.

i precised myself to stay
and again
I tell me why I came
to leave
again
my passive care,
my dozens stare
into the blue dark
my half gone fare
to take the waters
upon me feet
how long do I die.
how do you cry
about me gone
upon my feet
and fabric on my back
where was time
where is the chime
of the living bells
I am so sorry.

Fayetteville Dreams

once you seen the green pages
and they flutter into a clutter
see what you say
as they follow the cloves
of your folding memories
mighty might say they say everything that's said
moving in grain,
with thousand tamborines
clashy cloudy clay chimes
know that i saw you
I say you
Know that I knew you
and you knew too few
to tie the knot
to lie
and sigh.

What's Wrong

It's over the distance
the fangled fires of a planet
gone a sinking into slump greys
and so comes the night
with the second best awry
and here she comes!
and here she comes!
and here she comes!

awaking to the drowning noise
of a lingering lure
some pale aura prowls
the morning dawn
to leave me alone
and there she left!
and there she left!
and there she left!

Never Said So

I write
to tell the lies in blinds
that I want you not to see
and the clanged gallow
marks the border of my tales
tentative torture to your heart
it's not easy
and I've never said so.
so comes out the sun
underneath the gales
of your thrashing thrones.
you told me you were poor;
it's not easy
and you've never said so.

Earthquakes

here it comes like a grain
a pellet of sincerity
insane to the big
and small to the doubt
falling faster and slower
and right into the crack
between all of us
there is this little seed
senile in truth.

Cave

he's another real father
with eyes and hands and all
he has the semen that made you
and with it made you born
out of the cave of your mother's
emptiness.
yeah -
he's another real father.

Cartons

Shining, shining eyes,
fell in love with another
and found how she wounds for love
when we can be a shining body

cartons of milk and crayons
here come my children
they were the heave metal sand
that came out of my other
for her shining, shining eyes.

Mach mir Mut

It's in the embodied lines
crumpled papers and paper moons
It's in the platonic lies
yellow bark aging to die in the colour of pale
Yeah moving along trainwrecks to Fayetteville
to Richmond
to J. Reynolds
to bliss and dead shot brother blooming with blood
under the shadow of the mountains and pines with their
yellow bark aging.

What we are going to do

the wind coming closer over my eyes. what am i gonna do, when the soul runs out of body soddering death and life to a knit scheme of ingrown incompleteness colouring corroded rust on paper walls of bathroom stall signatures and the usual commencement.

I've got a difference

I saw the rose rounded
around the curve of a character
I wondered what was behind its shadow,
seamless notions that I legislate
to truths I could dream anyways,
but I am burdened with a freedom of living
to understand the experience of beauty.
I've got a difference in between me and me.
The rose unfolded to a shower of revealed
inwardness when i was till gone,
so do I know that it would have had done so anyway
without me, and without itself.
I've got a difference I shouldn't have known.
And time rolls in on me like a wallowing comfort
I can get off and forget that things live in and out of me.
I've got a difference of burden inside of me and the rose.

considering my future, ladidadida.
and octo shame.