When my stars raise the alarm I am strung under the tree My knees beside my ego And I see how christ must of... But there the blood wakes from the…

I throw my eyes into starlight ton… Wooden benches, glasses half full Legs twitching, writhing Upon impatience Of hour glasses’ affairs

My bones drive the calamity of sho… That swing across my flesh A concubine covered in blood When all birds have flown Stark raving mad

I showered this rainy autumn  Thus far; I’m unscathed, I guess A heart unblemished is unused It must have the wrinkles and stai… To show the merit of the cause

Among those steeped in the crowd  Furies with psalms of plenty White lilies graft through Cracks in concrete; Heavy Splitting mind from hand

These waves wash over my skin Like fiery chasms  Rushing the blood in the veins That boils at this image Before my neon glow mirror

The night shapes that guide the st… Plucked from proper align Ground up into dust; inhaled Breathing light and warmth into us The crow perches upon veins

While through this hornet’s hallow… Huffing along skin-driven worried Sallow-faced urchins layied awake Inside bed-blooded sheets I seamed across my tree

These veins are boiling So many hours this night As statuesque as a burning bulb That you picked with claws That reached my loins

Sing sweet into my heart, birds of… For it has come to that A mending of broken parts A joy that has no strings attached To touch-To feel some warmth

This bed is a grave It sets ablaze the moonbeams above… Candlelight betrays false illusion… Demons grabbing my nimble feet I sink and swim

Hungered in such sweet catacombs These bludgeoned whispers drip on Feeding on my hope on a rope I strangle in feasting stomach Conning my true angel 

When late my statue gleams a shado… Upon these weathered sea-side glan… Through rock and the bristling Of sun-scorched flesh  Though crowded fingers graze

I have never priested my way Upon the fashions of the time I have lived years behind my face The ashes that are swept  Underneath swaddling pages

I have longed For cherry trees full in bloom Amidst the gentle fingers of grand… Peeling the pea pods eternal I was a boy then