the fantasy game gets older and less personal. hey,

i used to seek the slanted light too as it fell through

industrial height plate glass and into 1000 square feet of vibrating

bronze .010 Dean Markeleys, the way that vibration looks there

close to where they say the heart beats, the way the black dust

smells on your calluses; hey, i used to seek those days,



the way you feel when you seep another song, got to sing it down into

some means of encapsulation to make it stick. hey no wonder be drunk

and high all the time, i can remember what it was like to be desperate:

cutting blade cutting into oneself cutting into one another and i am still

that way; it is my secret.



the past wipes you down i guess until the caul shifts and shimmers back

into paper blossoms or firewater or the water in your brain makes you speak

and say back to people of your own device, I love you now run fast

run burn down the house quick



so I can live I give you life

so can you give me life back



it is a lonely life fraught with regret

and go-forward spiral pennies thrown and blown down slantways in some swift October swimming pool:

sodden leaves, north Georgia, just go barefoot till Thanksgiving whoops:



it is a lonely life fraught with regret.



it is yours

and it is



mine