Spilt

A table covered 

In papers doused

In blue pen scrawl

A thousand songs

Some have spilt to the floor

Some even still spilling

Off of that

To the pangs of regret

To their owner's surprise 

To see so many stories

And even more

That he'll never find

Syzygy

Cutting along a three-dimensional seam

Of size and shape fit to me

There phase those men out of time

Erupting from the hidden syzygy

Loosened as they become, look carefully

The yoke of one no longer fits the next

And dance befits, but mercury sets

Into their bones

Into their inner homes

Into their winnowing figments

Slackened as we know that pact

And wracked it looks

All the way down

Like the way that light between two mirrors

Slowly lets the images drown

Overbreath

Each facing of a diamond:

The door left open

Esophagus' chasing 

The scent in the air

Broth in the head

To drain into the bin

Out through the neck

He's leaning forward

In a legless chair

Wind passing lullabies

Stratospheric; thin

Shade fountain

Cutting along a three-dimensional seam

Of size and shape fit to me

There phase those men out of time

Erupting from the hidden syzygy

Loosened as they become, look carefully

The yoke of one no longer fits the next

And dance befits, but mercury sets

Into their bones

Into their inner homes

Into their winnowing figments

Slackened we know that pact

And wracked it looks

All the way down

Like the way that light between two mirrors

Slowly lets the images drown

Chromorphilogical

All around me

The descants in so foreign a hue

As to which the first I knew not 

But the second could introduce 

My thought 

And impose a radical interruption 

Engrossed in radial surruption

Along the boardwalk thirteen months 

Away from me

Supercharged underneath a veil

Of misunderstanding 

Something I've come to trust

As experience

Cornerstone malaise

Growing up is lame
Braceless I'll be riding my bike
through the day
just to get to the night
and light show dizzy
I just might transcend
The cornerstone malaise
or perhaps fall hard enough
to break every bone in my heart
into the standing stones of
those to crippled to care for others
and cultivate distrust as part
of their structure for better days
where they can deconstruct the calcium
deposited in their souls
and transcend a cornerstone malaise

Petals

I take my head

Through the window

To cool it off

The wind is enough to take me

It knows I'd love to go

Taunting full flow 

Sheets whispering 

Whuffing discreet intricacies

Yet I know

That though all of my weight 

Were washed in that wind

I would stay a boulder 

And watch the petals roll

Into the lee 

And out again

Initiate

In the age of winter
fried up in a bath of butter
here we shiver and slumber
for no one knows how long
a diamond glitters
because we've seen too many blast
and blast
and blasting is all they ever
seem to do

come with me
I say to an empty table
not to chairs or airs
but to the lack of sustenance
we can go together
into the lacking
black matter attacking
peeling me through

even in a blue-sided moon
the humbled form
of anything to remember
but nothing to request
takes to lacking soon so soon so soon
parchment peeling out of me
all too joyful to incinerate
And I stumble through the ceiling
life's perpetual initiate