
A red sunset is hanging in the sky
A warm blotter of heat love
Hanging on a hook in space, my thunder
Talking to me about motion, heartbeats, time moving
Like machines under the earth
Your heartbeat tastes like chocolate
Melting down my red bones and blue sky
Love is but a moment
Beneath those yellow streetlights
Emotions scattered across the boulevard blown cold
Remnants of my heart
All tangled up in the sheets of the universe
All beautiful in the rain
Too beautiful to even know
How I trace the chalk hearts against these walls
Of harbor town night, glass partitions, drugs, intoxications
A trembling wedding, sorted by space, stars
Brick town surrender, operations in moonlight
You changed your name… Violet, tender, memory
A love, a fall of breath
Her name has changed
Yet the gravity never fails
Immeasurable, I can’t count the ways
The sun lights up the day
From dawn to beautiful sleep
I can only imagine
For I stand outside,
Shivering in the cold with broken bones, heart
Married steals her breath
For I want to steal her hand, her heart, her future
But it’s just me
Knocking at the wooden door,
I bring nothing, but me, this heart, these arms
To hold you like the beating at night
We made the days in Neverland
And to sweep the big, hard world away
With the swipe of a windswept soul, thumb
Numb, out there in this world beautiful one
Wet locks of spear-straight smile harpoons
I dream of other places at night
I rush memories to the clouds
The atmosphere burn up crushing my invisible heart
Wishing everything was here again
To make the fire hotter, dreams bigger and brighter
That lonely smile that fires up every day
Love heart ignition like rocket fuel swallowed
I’m alone heart skip sidewalk stroll
Inside these four, painted walls of cold
Missing life like love lights going out
Digging a bigger hole inside here
Love-strewn nights aloud
Ash, winter cold, what arms if any cradle you long night?
In that night of cold air, I held the moon in my hands
Warm, the night, a million heartbeats behind glass,
I wrote the world a love letter
Forever, forgotten, trash can eaten
That is all I remember ‘till the break of day
And the sense of the world is all astray
Every word a dumb knuckle
Every sword and dream reality askew
If you only knew
The way I think of all of you
When sun collapses
And stars stand tall
Beneath the countless sky
I drive nowhere
But I have to go north
To my home by the sea
Number four-hundred and three
To finish out these days
With a needle and a pen
To wipe away every love’s tormented birth and death
To just sit and breathe—for once—quietly
Without any ache at all knocking down the door
To wash away, ordinary
In unabridged, final surrender.
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