She wafted in the door, always open but forcing through. I kept my eyes on you, daring not to pass, the casket on my left without a second glance.
Yesterday you were a sweetheart, you brought me flowers to explain the feelings inside that deep dark heart, catacombs, skull will have; daggers in hearts when you are near.
I see you, watching, while you slip away. The doorway is opening but again I can’t squeeze. I sing to lonely michiefs and carry solace
Like Ive Been
Fuzzy, stark, breeching the gaps my mind won’t flow in.
Those empty rivers, the gasping night
Takes its time tonight and every night.
Towards solar flames behind the eye
of an Isis bird or Osiris, his plight;
river edge demons pass,
blue lips against white.
