your legs wrapped limply, loosely round my waist though their slack form belied a tension, or lets call it potential, a hidden energy that dispelled even the draft from the open window next to our bed from tickling or causing to stray out of rigid place one follicle in nearly hysteric anticipation. acutely aware of little legs draped across my frame, hairs, a thousand million of them, tiny daggers. these i felt. but i was not aware of feet. soft soled, calloused, clammy or bearing invitation to touch i could not tell. an unwavering band of light stretched across picturesque, rumpled sheets, rising and falling over valleys and into crests with grace and ease. a perfunctory action, though an exquisite display nonetheless. i thought of our bodies, so clumsy and misguided in comparison, as my eye ran the length of liquid light to the precipice of our quiet, quilted world.















ae.

i set down my words with care. gently. paper boats sewer bound, guttural and grimey to the ears/soft and supple to the touch. laying them, along with the dirt dust and dreams of a thousand souls more restless, more listless, more curious than my own, perhaps another, stumbling in the oppressive waste and mumbling in the chalky twilight will find them there. at their feet swirled and eddied on a finite loop in subconscious mind tape twitter and reel to reel infinity. perchance in the jumbled script of lyrical nonsense some soul susseration lies, therein divinity cries quiet and meek tepid tears, reluctant and cooled by evening wind in their measured journey down freckled, smiling cheeks...

allow us some trinket, a bauble or some glimmer in your blink of an eye. polish it with greasy rags, circular & slow. give us a glimpse of our imperfect natures.

some days we figured as much, that time was never your friend. ceasing to be a companion long ago, the march of minutes & hours eventually passed you by & by. but we waited. for only you we waited. sleeping hands nested in our laps we waited. quiet eyes, staid but hopeful we waited. with murmurring hearts that stretched & folded in the midst of their slumbers we waited.


















ae.

a cookie cutter moon looked on. stars hung, stiff. lolling tongues swollen, desert-wind dried, fly laden & brittle. the dust of dead souls & burned out suns married in a tangled union, stasis & crusted spittle. ligneous moans. rotting fibres creaked under the duress of grave & hallowed curse. or this time a sacred & gracious boon. a loving, merciful & motherly, if gallowed, nurse.



i awoke from another world. all slow time & an orange marmalade glow. ragged edges & whispy lines defined familiar shapes; proclomations & geometries sometimes better left unfurled.














ae.

my tongue wrecked & cold to the touch but warmed your bones. warned. worn. warped. torn. scorned. the bits of gray that bound these words to the page. a tongue drug these letters across your mind. a living hunk of scathed meat pulled through desert towns sand & dust choked pockets of resistance & refuge. "we refuse. we refuse." a resounding cry.

i fell to pieces/fell to ruin under the spell of your silvery tongue
dripped
slipped
from the night it seems into my waking dreams & walking visions/sometimes i wonder.
& sometimes i dont.
but these songs these chorus to love & death that i peddle for no-one no-two span ages like the steady rise & fall of the sun. i tried to break your stride so steady & sure. no cause to stumble. that was not the intent. merely to pause. i hoped only to stop a moment your steady march/instant in time/a blunder in rhyme &

blink

you carried on. but not before you saw moss/cracked stone/ancient, granite bound tome penned in cuneiform mystery school language pebble chiseled & lovingly scrawled for the hearts content & selfish purposes.


























ae.