Untitled

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.

Gazer

Droning,
i am a smooth transition
from high to low
with a cool admonition
that this night has slowed

i am drums
i am distorted electric guitars
i am reverb
i am delay
who are...

a voice
recalls a calm entity
that somehow
falters in its approach
and she, yes she, spins
arms akimbo
chin skyward
tears streaming
silent
tired
leaving

but

i am echo
i am hum
i am no more love
i am dumb

so spin will you
spin will you please
spin
spinner
with your hands
describing an arc
that shimmers free

wintered
weathered
worried
i am kneed
i am grounded
i am floated
i am leaving
and i can do this because
the reverb calls
as the tremolo falls
and the drummer halts
starts again
delays
fades out
fades in

and then she calls
again
her voice a flute
warning me
this beauty i seek
can burn me
turn me
cold
i will be not human
and the others will not
want to let me go
because the piece i scored
was a peace they adored

nonetheless
i am particles of sound
i am waves of distinction
i am forgotten so soon
i am
have always been

alone

have always been
happiest

alone

so radiate fade
radiate glow
grow
radiate hide
radiate ride this night for all it’s worth
and for what it’s worth, gazer,
this night has slowed.

Come

A lightning
travels
from point to
point

illuminating a hand
reaching
for a silver
handle

straining, an ailing back
arches
to compensate for
loose waves of electricity
now moving about
freely

but there is a slight
moaning
a constant droning
a lo-fi hum
a kind of slow hand
on a warm
drum

and there is a body
calling
from a cradle
curdling
and fifty billion reasons
why i can’t love you
even as you come away reeling.