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I rolled you up in paper between my fingers.

Docile

toothpick bones that stuck in the nook neath

my gums.

Firefly skin that shimmered

when the snub of the cigarette

reflected against your Iris's.

You broke over the table

like tabbacoo

and turned stale

from the oxygen--

When I put you against my lips

and inhaled

your smoke tumbled down my

lungs

and gave me something shy

of cancer.

You write of love as if you've touched hands

with it--

Held it firmly against your palms

until it molds around the creases and cuts.

You say you've felt it,

lodged in your throat where it settles there,

windpipe too dry to swallow and forget...

Forget about what it feels like to feel your belly

churn.

Bubble and hiss until it comes up,

hunched over and spewing.

It scatters over the lazy

sidewalk games.

Over your shoes Sunday best,

tucks itself under the sole and makes you stick

like gum until you're frozen it place.

When this happens,

you say you've fallen in love.

Fallen and floating,

you don't sink like all the other ships

because your bones are

driftwood

and makeshift masts.

Your hearts set for the herrizon,

because they say the adventure lies

north.

We find the conspet of sin vexatious,

curdled milk resting on our stomachs--

Indulgence defined from sex and drugs,

they say paint drying on the wall would be time

Better spend for a youth that knows no pain-

Watch it curl in the heat, in the fire and fall to the fizzled out brown of dying grass blades.

The picture isn't sweet when we know that's

what we are on the inside--

You introduced my words to a face-

Since when did the truth sound pretty?

Is that what they are?

Rose petal hymns and sunlight that washes

over your body on the shore--

The kind that makes your ash of the sand

to build steep castle walls.

When did suffering become beautiful?

The way a pictured is painted with soft letters--

I break you down and crush you up powered fine

like iron shavings.

Grind you into the sidewalk cracks

and in with the factory gears.

When you read

it's not for the beauty

but for the suffering.

Bible thin sheets,

but with a dash of wrinkled sin-

I hope to find

you there today

before the remaining hours

drag me

back to work.

You exchanged your leftover pennies

for bigger shoes with even lager

Ideas; That was the day I knew you had

Pontenial--

That was the day when my guard fell,

I toppled over the desk and

landed somewhere in your palms

that fed me nonsense--

I blew myself into the air and you caught

me like a paper plain,

crumpled me up in your pocket

and forgot that I was just as important.

You forgot

that I was suppose to soar

glide over you head and find

what was inside of myself--

You took me for a fool without a self-essteem,

led me into a trap

and said the same words you've told

much prettier girls--

Sweaty palms and a devils grin,

your hands curl around the back of my neck

and tell me I need to relax

because you think I'm insercure.



You should have exchanged your pennies

for mans greater knowlegde.

Because I can always see past a boys

bullshit.

Discharged from the wall,

a sudden wake while my fingers

peeled back the

sleep--

Harsh virbrto,

a ring in my ear and a buzz on my cheek.

I awoke to the sound of your voice

that escaped through my mouth

and out onto

the sheets--

subtle little conversations

that clouded my throat

and sent heat to me bones.

Next time

I promise to fall asleep

early.

I heard an echo off her bones

and a sizzle off her lips.

Dripped

dropped.

Onto my fingers that felt the shutter

before it came.

I always loved hearing her

noises.

I wrote you an array of love letters

with what tools I could find around me.

You were a muse and I was a boy

that was entrap by your thoughts

settled down in the bottom of old mason jars.

I wrote to you

when night

sank down over the skies

and when

the sun reached the top of the soils.

I wrote you words between the sheets and

hoped you'd receive all my forthcoming's.