---Love

Your run-down church, my soiled bougainvillea,
Your hypnotized smirk, my bed-ridden insomnia,
Somebody save us, you and me, sprawled across the wall,
My faith, your wait, anxiously circling---
'Can I eat it or will it eat me?'..........


This love.

A hungry hurricane, breathing to suffocate,
I lived your life for a while, till the wintry suicide,
I want my reasons to save you from me now and forever,
I want my burden, to cripple your love and free-fall---
Can I bury it or will it bury me?........


Your love.

Waters Singing on my Toes

Roll into a numb bliss

The rhythmic beating of wind on the eyelashes

Trees and sillhouttes flit past

Until the nuances of great and good

Is blurred

Into a numb bliss

Rolled

Into a quiet rooftop song

That no one will hear

No one will need to

Endear...

Bliss, once and since

It is

....And the last note will linger

Through each time a bottle shatters

Or a joint burns out

And a misplaced tear wets your water-proof toes...

Bliss, once and since

It has been.