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Blow My Mind

Put the iron kiss to my lips,
that black-lunged bell of thunder,
and sing me into silence.
Blow my mind, O love,
as you did when the world first cracked
and I came apart
in your arms like a dream gasping into form.

Your hands were cham
Bring Out Your Dead

Bring out your dead.
Through the canyons of New York,
where the towers once spoke in fire
and the air learned how to scream.
Where fear first named me.

Bring out your dead.
Through Paris,
where music burst into gunfire
and the f
Gutter Junky

I saw you last in cabaret afternoon
doing your lingerie strut before
the has-beens and the never-weres.

you were only passing through,
on your way to L.A.,
Vegas,
Avalon,
no regard for tomorrow,
as long as the money spent.

I feened fo
A Small Human Thing

We once sat close
to the fire
and to each other.
The nights were simple then—
they asked for nothing
but our breathing.

Now we move through the house
like ghosts in borrowed names,
our faces lit by small devices
that hum i
Time and Time Again

The days of youth come back like weather—
a heat on the skin, a taste on the tongue,
the ghosts of summers that never knew they were dying.

You reach and they vanish,
mist on a mirror,
here and gone in the same breath.
Eve
The weather like a familiar lover,
rain that never falls on you.
Trees wrapped in the embraces of moss,
their limbs like old men remembering dance.
The air tastes of salt and iron.
You walk slow through the ache of it.

Somewhere a bell keeps time fo
Dungeon Psalm

The hour was black as the grave’s mouth.
The bottle burned in my hand like a false scripture.
No angels came, only the rats of memory
gnawing their catechism in the dark.

The room, a tomb with its lid torn off.
I lay inside whis
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