Love Song

I want a flower

That is a part time dog

I’ll crack your skull

And share my dirt with you

We’ll stink together

We’ll eat off the floor

My nose where it oughtn’t

Hair in my teeth

Taste me when you’re dying

Die for me

I’ll pick up your bones

I’ll hold your hand while you sleep

Morning Glory (waking from a restless dream)

I am 

Leg and cock

Am hair

And snot

And teary eye

And

Weary heart

Left weary

By lie

And helpless want.

My breath

Is sour

From 

Mornings in your  wetted wood.

Who will 

Let Me

Re-draw

The dream

Reclaim

The good?

I have heard 

There’s a man like that

With word for face

And wish for hat

He stands by

The corner

Waiting

And unsure

While in the harbor

Dark craft 

Blow warnings 

Of their departure.

The day will be

A sunny one

Already the dream 

Is burned away.

Another day then

To discover

The man

And if he is my brother.

you live in me more than you live

such is the cost of loving

to never really know a thing

to know a thing too well, then nothing

I’m only awake in your dream 

at your mercy, nothing at all

Heaven is the hole I live in

your heart the hand of my Fall

I saw it down south

No first I saw it reflected north

I saw it down south

A single strike to the ground

Then I noticed for the first time the F-train

At its highest point

Down south at Ninth Street

From here, the ninth floor

Lightning lighting up the window

Reflected in the dirty window

Of the apartment where my brother died 

Then I sat in bed

More reflections looking north

Buildings in the way

Then it came

The rain

Like a train

From the south.