I simply want to peruse the view
Circle ’round the vultures, catch the pieces they strew.
A syllable here, a vowel or two,
The cannibalized chunks of the wording we do.
I’m waiting for permission, but they’re circling lower
They don’t want to share
And that’s fair
But I’m starving.
it still hits me like deep chills,
wind that flows in my bones, without any right to frost my skin
yet it does, it does
the tantalizing taste of life, the lightning-bolt-belief of light
i feel as though no one has lived before me,
how could any exist in this same place
without crumbling into dust?
I swear my intensity is unmatched
i promise the iron that crystallizes in my blood is unmet by predecessors
who are you to challenge me? i can’t even breathe
this place is foreign and i will blink until the sun sets on
all these wasted words.
I still feel fake
Like I am a parade
What business do I have
Saying I’m not okay?
As healthy as I seem… My sickness can’t be seen.
My poison had no name
So WHO AM I TO CLAIM
“I can’t because I’m lame…”
To pass along the blame?
It is so hard to accept, to know
That I can ever say no…
twelve days twelve days twelve days twelve
i set you free, you sought me out
turn me down, i feel your doubt
boldly strong only when i am gone
I’m sorry, I’m
still more than enough for you
and you felt you were never
i’m sorry for the hauntings, for the presence, for the longings
i’m sorry that you can’t forget and
just want to be friends
It is beautiful, expensive; it glimmers
With all the promise of the storm.
From crushing olives, oil is born.
I lose my breath for the ways we wept
Carving our chains from the sorrows we claim
I curse my hands as they build my plans
The coffin sized for me that I lovingly heed
Each step towards my death I shriek as I grin
I cannot stop mourning even as I descend
Why do we not cease all this clamor and doubt?
I know what will save me but I grieve anyhow
We built our own tomb-traps but we gild them and stay!
filling the rooms with silver decay
Floating our corpses in gold-blood and gloom
We’re certain this death will not be the last
We’ve died so many times in the past