Monday, February 27, 2012

Morning to night

Tear thru me with  ice
 I bleed out
but if you stayed too see 
I only  never die

It is frightening to be 
the last one left alive
 in a bright room
 only you 
before
there were 

I can see standing 
waking I am
Blind
crippled by the light

Bathroom havoc
Graces never granted
I will scream in your face if you bring her here
Did you think

 put on a skirt dear
 Stuck in this frame
 Dying this way?
I am not asking 

 witness to the end of your play 
Well done young leviathan
Demolish all that you see
 rats and booze and heredity

year of the dragon 
we are great friends
 if I have to ride scales on fire 
I'd rather burn alive
Than pretend


Grab the hotel curtains
 beloved 
drop and roll   
The heart may smother 
Try to  breathe low 
 

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