he throws the gift over the fence
his love against the wire
there is nothing more
nothing less

walk away
the longing intense

the limp
the broken foot
the bone shed

he remembers
all
forgets all

why recall

he burns the love letters
and deletes accounts
nothing true
left alone beneath
the morning sky so
horrible and true

reality
unsccalded
cold
meaningful
withdrawn
impotent

Repeating sexy soliloquy

you have again said
though unknowingly
what has already been said
as you say by others

I also say we are saying
what has been once said

we are also doing it...
over and over again
how else would our population
be 7.5 billions?
if we all had used condoms
or
soliloquy played through musical nights
and
let off our steam
as in dream

I've known a joy
I had no right to expect
touched miracles
in their first creation,
and life love and belief
grow ever greener still
as we say goodbye

I had thought
a day free of regret
would dawn on Azimuth, 
I had dreamed
that I had known fully
what this life held,
yet here in this frigid
torrid maelstrom
I've met only fear
of everything 

an oceans roar
temptation and the anger
settling the froth
of an aftermath
the detonation of egos
what a smash

our silence
together
while the rain
seeks comfort
running

turn
in the labirynth
hear a laugh
and if I dont
come
you look
seeking
selve
to selves
layering
histories like
flooring
a temperament
to hold up all
the passage
of the game

..

I've wondered about the faces, you know...
In the silent nights I've trudged along
The endless streets a maze to commit
My own small artwork
A collection of crossing lines no one else could see
The buildings loom like tombstones trying not to be
Their presence of no consequence
Just coffins when free
In the emptier hours
When lines have crossed in the dark
When the picture within has formed one of those secret places
I've wondered, you know
I've wondered about the faces.

Metamorphosis

In silent zeal an ego chases images of self
round about the center of its Id
a rodent knocking knick knacks from an overcrowded shelf
where relics of deceit are often hid

reflections in a mirror are but visions to the blind
peering into realms of inner space
hoping that some miracle of faith will help them find
long forgotten memories of face

Powerless
numbness grips thoughts
crimsom heartbeats
are stilled in time
manly disbelief
Is corrupted

frozen
a narrow reed
of paper motions flutters
liquid in a summer breeze
freedom from fear
was within the acts
of letting go

Pain was an illusion
lost in a geniuses mind
held between a feather
and the deep blue sea,
a brittle scream
was a rally to arms
a blasted battle cry
of the broken soul battalion

the nights were hard chrome
and the hunger pressed in the middle
third finger on a trigger
lost drenched
alone
scouting coins from the
mouths of phones
sleeping neath the
bridges
cement rivers
where the wind was
always blowing

birth of a vampire
mother of a wolf
no ordinary hex
in the common
and perplexed

A girl claiming to support animal rights,
wearing furred clothes on display.
Her sense of fashion came to light,
there's nothing left to say!

Cigarrette boxes bearing messages of diseases,
the company bearing a conscience today?
Too bad the addiction in those smokers
won't be easily cured anyway.

We yearn for peace and fine morality
but choose sex and violence for a movie.
Its just a break from boring reality.
Who cares if our children embrace insanity?

It's nice outside; it's rather windy
Frogs are singing very loud
I'm star gazing for the meteor shower
Hoping to catch a glimpse.

The darkest time before it's dawn
Myriads and myriads of stars is all I see
Shinning bright in the skies
Above the tree's majestic height.

I once flew up there, but couldn't see them
Among the clouds with American Airlines
The sunseting lingered longer
And the sunrise was brighter.