I am alone in here, reaching out my arms
To feel a brace
Branching out my senses
Looking away

It all begins and ends the same,
She’s watching me from the hall
And my feet are pacing
Circles
With a hand and a smooth move of her lips
Woman, with the skin of a child, the breath of life
We slide down in
To her room beneath the stars
Heaven,
Your backyard
And the same old fucking moon
Where I wished myself to death
The same old night sky
Where I’ve laid times before
Drunk off cheap vodka
And cigarettes
Contemplating purpose

Hands and covers shake
The earth still turns it’s circles
We are in the age of the fish
And soon
Water shrouds the earth
We hold our hands and breathe, our gills will come
Loving god
Bring us back to the fish
Bring us back to the hook
Line
And sinker
Back to the bottlecaps and time
Back to the red wine kiss
That was your lover
And back to our knees
Tonight, Apep wins and takes our golden father to the underworld
We are laying, watching stars
Through the dormitory window

The world in black and white waits around the corner
Waiting just to hold your hand and take you to the street
Where your neighbors all come outside
And watch you float away

Here comes, here goes
Your future in a bottle
All lotioned up and silver
Sitting in the sun
Your popsicle melts
And sizzles
The eggs on the sidewalks
Over easy
With the townsfolk
Waiting

In your backyard sits
A homemade oven
Built with tin foil and plexiglass
An old cardboard box and a thermometer
From the medicine cabinet

The street smells like ribs
And the roads all breathe it in
The cars
In their never ending jam
Thank heavens as they roll past your door
And you are on the front porch waving
With a tear in your eye

The sky is turning around my head
And I am wasted
Watching my infancy pass me by
All the colors in the sunlight
Grace my lashes and I pass out with full reason
And intellect
You are here
Standing over me
Watching my every move
Yet still I lay

“Why have you come?”
“To see you when you rise
Not to watch you lay, but to look into your eyes”

I speak of poetry
And my everlasting thoughts
Of how I critique
Every word that you speak
It’s only true
It has only just begun

But “nothing” you say
“Nothing” is what has made me come
And made me stay
And made me seek you out
Your conscience
Your pre ordained future
I hope for every day
And every morning I wake up
Waiting for you

So I lay
And now my hands support my gait
Laying on the earth
Understanding it all has its perks
But missing everything in between
Does seem much worse.