empathis

what came before occupation?
purity and atrophy and apathy and
a bit of magic, synaptic surrealism.

our faces as a mirror for someone else.
looking into yours, seeing myself with
sober hands holding a thirsty glass.

longing to see those who have left.
living to see those who have left.

trying to remember a time when
problems were in math books and
shit was in bathrooms.

my life exists in the highlighted regions of
books i'll never understand and
glimpses into houses i’ll never drive past.

stretching my wings, poised and ready,
for my fall from grace.

soul expression

alone again, wondering:
why must the reddest apples always be bitter?
why must the reddest leaves always be withered?

lies gather like lode in the cracks of my life.
flowery prayer and fervent neglect;
far removed from a past i always commit.
more stains upon an already impure heart. always more.

starting off in the wrong key
and forgetting to strike the last note.
does it matter? “never,” You say.

soul expansion

the oasis of conflict is almost dry.
no more hope of living in this desert of deceit.

fickle youth pulling my hand backward
and gray age dragging me forward.
forget my arms!

tomorrow i'll wake up in a heaven
with eyes that don't worry or weep.

you were the words i couldn't write,
but now i won't have to.
i don't need to wait for life to begin.

myrth

thinning air:
the perfect place to disappear.

to slough this life like a snake to his skin;
to begin anew, as it were,

before the incongruence of my sex
became manifest.

oh bliss!
how quickly the thorns fade and tears come!