transmission interrupt

listen as the silence wells,

can you hear the voice of destruction?

the bloods degradation hangs heavy in

a yellowing room of projected memories

strained through the skeins of smoke

and nostalgia. somehow a line

was crossed that killed potential, nothing

kinetic about this trajectory. the random violence

of a match strike and the nicotine high

that falls short of the need.

the romance of addiction, so lost

we can’t find each other in the same room

.

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I fill the time you left me with

with cheap whiskey in a desert

not close to being anywhere else.

your memory still holds.

the errant sun’s voyeurism

sparks continuous along

the curve of your silhouette,

the cool relief of your body,  

and the stain of my hand

on you

.

absence

my skin shines, a thousand ribbons

loose in a barren sky.

the deception of life. color that

light once occupied, photons absorbed

as I once absorbed your skin.

the gap too narrow to maintain

.

seemingly

fingertips dig, a persistence

for the depth of silence.

subtract the skin I have

given.  a deeper darkness

stretches between

the breaths, rooms

crammed with the detritus

of loss.

the sky keeps pushing

its manifesto, the weight

of a blue stratigraphy.

I’m always finding the wait

empty of you

.

rest

the dream is twisted into the wet breath

of the forest.  dark fingers of spruce

hold the night calm before the last kiss.

darkness stirs in the slow rotation of shadows.

bones have settled into the carpet of needles, twigs

to snap betraying another life.  there is no

morality in balance

.

last

I lie in the last

foaming breath of the tide

the fingers of a thousand

tiny crabs whisper

into the sand.

my lips curl with the wind,

a smile for the voice

of the sea.

my eyes fill

with the emptiness

of the sky

.

knives

shadowed desire feels

through the fingers of your ribs.

an iridescent cyst pillowed between

the fume of your lungs.  a lure.

flint will flakes under the 

bone hammer, an easy

dissection, viscous threads

do not hold

teach me worlds held

in the broken dark, illicit

and close.

hold me

to the home of flesh

.

haven

as the tide I seek

only to be closer

to the luminous moon

of your heart.

your body the shore

of my desire,

a haven and a home

crossroads motel

the eye of a cigarette

glows with inhalation,

a shallow brightness.

smoke is lost in the still dark;

like the whiskey and the dreams

that never find sleep.

a blistered sun rises,

the dawn is not so much liminal

as it is a corruption bleeding

through the rattled

exhale of the a/c

robbing both the cool breath

of the night and the 

peace of absence.

ashes fall, a sacrament lost,

like everything else

.

raw

we have rubbed the night raw

taken all two bodies have.

embers blackening in the breaths

falling into each other

.