The night holds us,

Our bodies swim in

Each other,

And everything outside

is dying.

The world is dying,

and there’s nothing

brave about it.

Idiots fighting idiots

for idiots with capital

on their way to the Capital.

Monkeys on monkeys

on monkeys

all the

fucking

way down.

The wet pillow and sheets,

Freeze me

And I love it.

I work myself to the bone

For you,

on you,

in you.

I want to smell like you,

I want to be with you,

I want to become us.

My chest heaves –

Expanding lungs, falling/rising fast –

Trying to regain what I lost,

With no idea of what was gained

That will never leave.

That sinking feeling,

A black hole in the pit of your stomach

when you hurt someone you love.

It sinks,

It drags,

It rips you

The way it should.

Hearts thrown away like smoked joints

In front of a bloodthirsty collisseum crown

Always craving the drama and the demise,

And never the truth and love.

It is easier to break than it is to build

and easier to die than it is to live.

The dark laughs

somewhere –

only in my head.

You’re too slow,

you’re old

and they don’t need you.

Nobody needs you.

You wake up and

go to sleep

the same way –

alone,

untouched.

This life is a strange thing,

and is hardly living,

when friends pass one another by

and love is a ghost in these lonely walls.

Your hand feeling on my chest –

fingers sliding across tattoos and muscle –

brings the freedom and the never-setting sun.

Your sweet, shy smile melts me,

it owns me,

it is me.

I am endless,

I am power,

I am alive.

The fury and the fear,

the dance and the death,

my love and your lust;

our lust is our love.

Life counts down hopes like

these wasted seconds, minutes,

and I shoot for the stars in your eyes.

Love me,

I need you.

Don’t ever say goodbye.

The smile that

breaks me open;

the wave that

breaks on the rocks –

I want to feel you

crash into me.

The beauty of the rose

never lasts

long.

You hold it in your hands,

killing it –

small and slow and

inevitable.

My arms wrap around your hips

and tits –

we die together

a little bit

at a time.

Your lips smile

Soft

And you’re opening up from all the April showers.

May brought your touch

And my surrender to the divine –

The worship of you.

Love is a warship

A battle fought five too many times

And I’m tired under the oak tree now.

I rest and wait

And rest and wait

And deliverance came,

But was it a dream?

Your legs over me,

Lips and tits pressed into me,

When did I wake up (or will I)?

This pandemic hits hearts hardest,

And you can have my damaged heart for free,

Girl of my pandemic dreams.

I fall in love with lines and

figures,

and shapes, sometimes.

I watch the angels and

whisper

for some sweet

surrender.

My fingers are numb –

are they cold? –

or can I feel you no more?

My guitar weeps

heavy,

and hurt.

Love is a jagged yesterday,

and you never hear

the other shoe drop.

The hardest part of living right

now

is that most people

can’t live

with themselves.