The clouds above my head are white.

Blinding.

I said goodbye in hope
and now we meet again..

and i have no hope.
at all.

In my heart,
keep house.

Me.
you.

Often meet

In pictures
prose
and
verse.


Compose me.



I rehearse:








Three rays of light
illuminating three worlds.

pristine hell -

I defile myself.

Blue black flames bore into my toenails
like death while i am still living.

Your eyes are both
Empty
and
magnificent
when I miss you...

I miss you.

I am a forgotten race
left in the grey burning flames,
crawling on the endless yellow earth
under the skin of the living.

hazy death
with the sound of whispering demons..
galloping hoofs

'i will stop making up reasons why i shouldn't love you.'

But midday keeps burning
and I'm praying for your ribs

but there'e no fucking god to pray to.

Your words bounce on my shoulders,
and creak and break
in my breast...

They're drinking abortifacients,
behind the curtain,
and all I'm left to do is mumble
quietly
about germs and numbers
and measures of my voice.

i'm still learning to talk.

Sealed in a cold dark room
for sexual intercourse -
My skeleton is tired
of splinting.

My feet are tired of tip toeing.

Ding a ling.

The bells tinkle
with each arch,
toward you.

belly dancing

is the base colour
of my canvas.

symbols of yin and yang
embroidered all over your face
and you offer your broken hands

and all i can say is
that it was time for your hands to break

this love is partnership
i see that which is created
i feel that which is destroying

hope and fear
no longer rend me
home is near -
not news to you.

Love is only
a lonely shepherd
with bleeding feet.




Compose me.






I rehearse.





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