bye.

all i got is what
isn't good

to the artist with the
bad breath and the
painted mouth,
to her shall i
pay my thanks.

my life is
brain matter
spatter'd wrong
along
the wall

tight hands, dents in
dead palms

i don't mind dreaming now.

i miss this.

white gold jewel

the moon shook, tight
in her father's fist she
broke

severed and sunlit, the
end like a beach blonde
silver tinsel, slow and
spired

wrapped tight
against a charcoal
midnight, wet from
weeping we
shrink

unmade will her
bed remain, from dusk
till dawn she shatters.

red velvet muck

my God, how
deep was my
blood sown?

far from
sun and sound,
no echo no
not a breath no
tear

i am the red
velvet
muck
strewn soft so
far below.

blue-kissed green

the blue-kissed
green feathers to the
sun I
grow and grieve

the son's
body to the sun, the
lover's filament
sewn into the North and
South, the blue-kissed
green wreath to wax and
wane

a ghost whispers to the
sky and winks, the
blue-kissed green
goodnight barely a
grumble to the
sun in slumber.

[ Photo taken by Dani Hurt / www.danihurt.com ]