neon warble

wanted to

warm your bones

the way you

cooked mine with your

neon warble

you are the

constant climber, the

long down yodel.

the notes as stems,

sip the self-conscious

sweetness poured slow

quiet now, a

chirp: the softest

coo, the amber

hush of evening rests

in a burgundy meniscus

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.