Evolved to fear and hate everything
Hidden in the dark, lying in wait —
Awake in the night, no moon to break
The seamless shadow that surround us,
We are too easily let loose like cannibal
Wolves by any pretender to the pack.
With only ourselves to devour, endless
Hunger spells our end in whole or part.
In what did I believe, in whom did I trust?
Why make such foolish, happy gestures?
If not the knife, then a needle, and if not
In the light of day then after the sun falls.
The embraces of warm water and wine are
In the end burials in still-burning ash,
And the embrace of your body will be
Nothing but a stiff shroud on cold ground.
Each new day’s dawn should be the last.
Silver and gold in the rain
And shuttering dark.
Looking back to being born in the night
Of still, warm air and too shallow water,
It’s no longer you that I miss, no longer
Your beauty that stirs me, no longer our
Story I want to tell or our past recapture.
I miss the self I left lost in the moments
We scattered like dust motes in a wind
That was always blowing between us,
The self I chose to leave behind with the
Fading memory of a girl high on a wall.
Your heart can break and die and fall to
Pieces like bloody shards of empty glass;
The dark can last a hundred solid years,
Dull as sand and yet like sleight of hand,
Someone new may suddenly dawn for you
And all the rest of your days may be borne
By a weightless river in a full new heart.
Every secret is a lie in disguise
And every truth is one with a gun
Every road is the same in the end
And the end is the place I began
Ignorance is the greatest of gifts
Blindness the sleep of the just
I’ve seen the end before it starts
And tasted ash before its spark
All the heart goes all to waste
When you’ll be gone before I wake
Run out of words for love,
Its song falls silent when
You go, leaving a stone
That cant’t stomached
But has to be swallowed.
The falling in is a deep
Dive out of the warm light
And into a collapsing well
That thunders into itself
As the water waits below.
Love is hard and strong
As a warrior’s heart, but
It beats and breaks inside
A skin like candy glass
And wishing to hold fire.
Everything’s an illusion,
And I imagine myself in
The ordinary world of senses;
But this feeling like a knife
Is something I can’t let go.
The thought of you fills
And kills me like a drunken
Madness whether warmed
By your presence or chilled
In the absence of everything.
Each candid, careful mention of a lover or dalliance
Opens my mind and closes my heart, falling
Like a shadow of ice, a grinning lictor pointing
To a precipice, sly invitation to sad self-destruction.
This love is deep enough to drown itself, sweet
As poison, and all I have in a world I cannot
Understand, a life I sometimes cannot live,
And a sunlike woman I cannot hope to hold.