Solitude: sweet absence of faces

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.


bones sinking like stones
all that we've fallen for
all the places we've grown, all of us are done for
we live in a beautiful world.

sweat stained & ribbon tied tidings are blessings in such a time.
strings and bulbs of candy silk hope
Christmas lights that shine in the day heat-time.

i carry it-
your body,
from the freeway.
i cried like my tears would bring you back to me.

the sirens wind, whine, and rope around the musky breeze like white wrought iron.

suddenly is sooner than you think.

accordion mustard yellow dreams
crushed cigarette ashes in the clenched tight gravel
blackberry mate that spills floral backwash onto a tongue
(that's rich and holding tight to longing for the melted ice of someones smile)
I'm sinking into the concrete beside the plastic pink sword of September

waking beside you, I've got a fever and a childish wish for snow
seems like a long, long time since I spun you to this borrowed radio
you pick a place,
that's where I'll be.
time like your cheek has turned for me.

the no parking sign transplanted into the pumping thumper inside of me
keeps me wishing for things that will never be mine.

seems like a long, long time since I've been above you,
seen and loved you

the fan clicks, sticks, and stops ocillating momentarily

love is a dress you make, long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face
"I'll love you only."
from your days and excitement, what will you keep for to wear?
some days drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
love and some verses you hear, say what you can say
love to say this in your ear
"I'll love you that way."
from your change and contentment, what will you choose for to share?


the pretty punch (light-in the gut) of fake pearl draped lesbians
dragging carcinogens
brings butterflies to this place

and i'm nothing but
chocolate cherry chipped nails,
moist leggings
and a stuffy head full of strange

(the natural, tree-trunk brown roots
peeking from underneath bleached strands of damaged goods)

stone nympths with rabbit heads
water purple ivy beds
(that i only remember as the topping of a dead cat's grave-
pretty Shy, where are you now?)