faith

maybe
it was awkward
will
always love
you
i
just lost faith

told

here’s to the guillotine
the inventor of magick
we are leaving now
each other

the triumph of legacy
one of those poems
we created
together and
never
told

emerging

thrilled by eyesight
the choreography of light
the thrill of shades
emerging

playing together intertwined
some neanderthal history
you were then my husband
how
we evolved
this time around in dresses
let me
taste

fulfill another lifetime
question the answers
discover truth maybe
just pay obscure attention
remember to be
yourself

after you left

depressed
as in a penny
fuck the zero
move
to a better
place

anything just became
possible

how come most scars
no longer
hurt
just to look at

after you left
you stayed
inside
3 of the 4
walls

shuffle and read

remembered
that picture
those pictures
you showed me

you were having fun
old school prints
carried
in the modern world

a funny thing to bring
being so un sentimental
and there they were
just
another deck
you could shuffle
and read

which one

let me load the gun
let me point it
at my head
let me load the gun

i am john kennedy jr
am one of those
removed
by the highway assassin
were they ever
caught

i am a lie that
became truthful
fed up and tired
fueled by frustration
and remorse

read that in a book
somewhere
in one of those pews
from one of those pulpits
by one of those preachers
made up for television
forgot which one

 

tree

the tree was growing
long before i
arrived

there is a driveway
here
leads to
this house in the
back

departing
couldn’t wait to
get
out

the tree was growing

do not really go
just sit here
next
to the tree

 

for sure

can not stop breathing

tried once
lasted
almost
24 hours

there in spirit
my body
being
somewhere
close to you

do you
know what i mean

no

joy seal

joy
surround me
thru
this troubled
time

joy
surround you
see
what
you need to
see

beware
all your friends
are foul
they
want to
steal
seal you
with
the misguided
kiss

nowhere to piss

now we get a lesson
a map
left
by a dog
where is the bone

so i puked
your picture
on a canvas
in a gallery
next to
a portrait of
Duchamp
felt
hung
on a nail
a urinal
without
a drain

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