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Darkness is a bullet
a friend i’ve never met
a comfortable place i’m sure
undoubtedly romanticized

but i long for release
for painless finality
acquired fatality
a different state

and so

i’m glad they never really
knew me
that i never really
let them in
for the distance i’ve maintained
...

a memory on the wind.

Both

Moving at the speed of black
i push the paint that stuns the color
and wonder whether i wonder whether
shy lips presume
a kiss for you

but

they whip around, come around
casting sparks
setting ablaze
this violent haze
so i can lay bare the liason
between hardly fade on
so i can carve the figment
of your face
that now encroaches on this
blistered space

and watching it fall
I speed up
as you slow down,
and we finally, both,
crash to the quiet ground

so

let it out
throw it out
release the beast
inspire sound
scream your
fairy
apple-skinned
sonnet

while

a dusty telephone rings
in a vacant motel room
on Aurora.

Gold

Soft sirens
gently warn
of a coming
thunderstorm

and the sky
she calms
cools
wraps her wind around me
asks me
not to go

but i owe
little
and i grow
brittle
bones that
aren’t made
for this earth
or for words -
slow hand-grenades
you throw

but at least i have my jacket
and yes, she’s a rainstorm,
a bow to the wind worn
and a farewell to the mellow
with a heart as soft as yellow

gold.