I’ve begun to notice Your names everywhere. One of you lives in that book on t… The other repeats in a song that… Over and over,

Do you miss the mountains? When you lay in bed at night 10 past twelve and your toes kicki… Kicking at life Do you picture the sun warming you…

Let’s Dance Until We’re Dead Let’s clap our bones together Snap thunder between our joints And shimmy to the funeral marches Let’s say to hell with all the

Literally, hey! Why are there cinders spilling fro… Is there... like a switch? Shit. I tried to pick up my phone… I don’t think I can go to the bat…

The kind of woman who walks naked… Covered in oil Who blows lavender smoke into lace And sleeps dressed in beads of lus… Who bends to dust your heart off

There is now a hole In the middle of my chest It’s all begun to spill out Memories and memento mori Feelings kept hidden

The Eternal Pearl and His Maiden Invisible in the eye Of the two great lovers We do not warrant counting She, a fertile blushing blue

I want to hold you like a cigarett… You know, when you say you don’t r… Deny any desire to light a match And pretend like you don’t think o…

Is it really so silly To think the stars may control our… That the heavens move both our sea… What then is god, to you? Is it your business

You are the rain hanging in the ai… Filling me with sap You are heavy like the thunder Rolling overhead rolling over, ove… When the heat just has to break

I feel homesickness the strongest When I am tired of striving Tired of wanting too much My nose so turned down to the very… That I want to crawl into the war…

I heard the t-t-ticking We stood in our underwear Drinking juice glasses of tequila In Liz Taylor’s kitchen My baby face was thinning

Just us and the snow Speaking only in clouds of steam Like parched dragons We are the kings of this morning I can only hope to relive this mom…

Call me Apollo Whisper it into a landline receive… Wring your hands While considering the implications Of feminine control dressed

I will let my wings bear me into b… Every time Rather than the pitch of darkness I would rather spin out for someth…