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I want to peel his skin back, and eat it like the meat of a grape

In the cool light,
I want to peel his skin back
And eat it like the meat of a grape

In the heat summer,
I’m painted, red as Cardinal
And stuffed full of Sparrow’s ecstasy

At the summit of hysteria
He holds me by the sinew
And bends it till I break

Numb on the skin’s landing -
Head had me like a dog
Trodden on the fiber of loving
I'm stuck on the wheel of pain-killing

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Fire and Steel and Stardust

Eyes of fire and steel
A heart full
The rhythm going numb

A boy cries a year younger
Beside me
And a year younger 
Than I was -

Except me,
It is cruel for any body
To feel the longing

Or the falling -
Down - the rabbit hole
Into a field of prairie smoke

I'm in a field of prairie smoke - 
And it's velvet, it's lavender sweet

In my dreams,
Your teeth are made of rubber
And when we kiss, they dissolve 
Like jelly onto hot - my tongue is hot

It’s ok for me to feel it
Because I am made of fire
And steel and all the stardust
That was taken by the void
Too early

Sucked into a void
Too early

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On Seeing a Reflection of Myself in the Mirror:

Am I still blue?
Or gray or warm belly red?
On the day when the sun set the hottest
And loving fish were soaring from riversides
To set sail over the violent sky again -

Am I still sore of steel and diamond numb?
Singing the song of the dreary 
And loving the sound, the whisper of it
Oh oh - how does that old tale go?

In the light of the living
In the dust, brushed by war-cowardice 
I saw a blue woman - a blue dash
Against the harsh - reality of red.
All red. All the brightest sunsets 
Hot heat slipping on the wind
Hot breath pouring onto her skin
Woman in the light of wanting
I have no thoughts but the open trot 
And open kissing on my open living 
Mind brimming with the dust of the blue
And the woman with her almost obscene
Half wrought, half smile - perfect
Half living - somewhere in my mind

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I Have No Enemy Except

There is nothing wrong with me
Besides the curve of my bones
And the curve of my two eyes.

There is nothing wrong with earth
Besides the razors on pine
The falling of the downfall.

On Sunday, I like to kill myself
On Monday, I plan my next death.
I have no enemy except

The curving of my hollow spine.
I have no enemy except
The hollow of my own, hollow eye.

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A Man of Forest and Steel

Edward is a forest of a man and a river parting into steel. 
And he will never love me, until the wind blows blue
Or ocean tides have melted sand - into iron soot.

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It is a gift I have been given you

It is a gift I have been given you -
Though us two, both shadowed by the lamp light
Are split sideways and depressed by life.

Have you been fed up from not getting love?
How each, we reach for darkness another
I find you, your soul, wrapped in the dull.

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Unlike Me, Her Hair is Made of Rabbit Pelt

Somedays,
In the blue I am unhappy

Somedays the clouds are
Wrong

The mother-friend becomes
ugly

Somedays, I am a goose who would like
To be anything else

My friend says it best -
We are sapphires

Unlike me, her hair is made 
Of rabbit pelt

I could love her but
Today, I'd rather not -

Somedays in the blue
I’d like to kill myself

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My Vein: The biome of the Tender Heart

To be the warm and cool it
My vein is an empty place
Come to me and visit the
Floodplain of the gifted -
The biome of the tender heart
Be the flagship near my crater
Face. Crater me kind to find
The comfort under my skin
And vein, empty on the name
Of love, God gifted and high 
As heaven, I impeach you -
The talented fox hunter
The gifted frog butcher 
You the one I love and care 
For - who stole my respect
Before I could even give it

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Edward is a Mad House and a Monster of a Lover

Edward is a mad house 
And a monster of a lover.

The past is a grotesque animal
But you are not 

Blue, gray or any other shade.
In the depth of the blossoming 

Shadows, the lover of wild things
The cry against obscurity.

He is the name on my breath
After too many vodka shots

After the red sunset has died
And my heart has given itself

To beat warmer. To cool again
The up, the down, the winding 

Even as I - with no lover 
Decide to kill the morning.

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A Man Was Shot Outside My Suburban Home

Something about the new
Stage behind the red swagger
Green TVs, living that luxury
Almost getting lost with the sullen
Eagles lifted to heaven level
Gray in the garden bed
I’m painted yellow and 
Glowing like a scarecrow 
Angel among the dead heads
Smoked up across America 
Smoked up in back yards, kitchens
Bedrooms, smoked to heaven 
And hell and found a way back
To sleep before work starts
I’m molded in the sealing
Of your bathroom tile watching 
Scum blossom. Lost in the open
Neck draining on park pavement
Only good men chase bad kids 
Everyone knows he was loaded 

Days after, we found bullet holes 
Through the walls, bullets lodged
In the door of our car. I almost 
Thought I’d find a hole through
My heart. Three days past the  
Rude waking and I’d find a bullet 
Still burning some hell through me