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I
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
Tongue-tied, screaming on the inside
There must be heaven for people who stray
There must be heaven
In this hell that I'm living
Rolling in, I feel a dark swell
Crawling up the skin of my spine
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
Then my mind went dark
Yeah, you’ve figured me out
II
You and I
did sprout like a planted love
A fragile world with numbered days
I see the light in your eyes and I want it
Bad actors, with bad habits
Corresponding shapes, like puzzle pieces from the clay
They tumble ahead, over and over again
You look like a perfect fit
But can you save me?
Bad actors, with bad habits
Hanging their heads in shame at their wreckage
Befuddled, wounded sense of being
Rocking between them (seasickness.)
Turn the lights off
love is touch
touch is love
Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,
In word, or sigh, or
Thoughts that catch
My troubled head while you’re away
Love is reaching
reaching love
Use your blood to paint
Paint until you faint. (a)
Faint until you die. (b)
Icarus, point to the sun
We could be utopia
The red of the dreamer’s wrongdoing
BLOOD PIECE
III
BLOOD PIECE, made more romantic
By virtue of its being a sham
Drifting into a delinquent, anti-interpretive mood
The happiness police are going to come
“Come down now,” they’ll say
But we’ll stay
IV
Waking up
To ash and dust
Now where am I?
My fading supply
Get me through your doorway one more time
I want a lover I don’t have to love
V
But every road leads to an end
Yes every road leads to an end
The narrative stops
Your apparition passes
through me, the ravaged epithet
A form of enlightenment, nothing less
The swell of a wave
I note the temptation
It radiates
Would you like to, would you like to
A fragile world
with numbered days
Would you like to, would you like to
There’s only one way out
A kind of undoing
You and me
Utopia, utopia
I see, I see, I see
the dream in your eyes and I want it