BP No. 07 Ruin

trembling
at the sound
of heaven
falling,
he pauses…
and finally breathes:
it is only
his heart.

it had brought
only longing
&
desire, so
he let go
and stood there,
waiting for happiness
and acceptance
to shit on his head.

me,
I’s gots
to keep it movin’:
a one way trip to nowhere is better
than sitting nowhere
watching
the
trains
pass
by.

BP No. 03 Free

Great Blue Sky
ending in a dream,
and
my eyes
open
at the end
of time.

among whispered tales
of fantastical
derring-do,
and exotic
ascetic mystery,
I wander
&
I wonder….

why
am
i
here?

She calls
to me,
with raindrops that tickle my nose;

She
teases
with every step of the sun upon
my dark skin;

I abstain
from
consummation
for
fear of what
we may conceive
in our wild, debauched,
thrilling
embrace:

Fire,
to light my soul;
an
Inferno
to burn this world.