sunken swollen

still and smoked, some

wrinkled ignorance

rippled round my

eyes

a sour stink keeps

you

afloat and shrinks

my tired bones:
you're winning.

i am tight beneath this

budding need to

breathe, hammered

home: your

hatred.

once upon a while, the

West was kind.

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.