late nights up
dying in beggary
remembering telephone wires
and how we cursed phones that had none.
you were on a
CTA map but i
still placed my
palm in the notches in your neck.
i could feel your sweetness
in my lingering breath
as your eyes moved in mine
so crisp and clear.
creation is a time
when you are near-
heaven is your home when
the sun goes down-
cathedrals are in your chest
where blood runs quick-
God is a place
where i'm dying.
still...

so just lock your
fingers in mine &
please turn that
colada ring around.
you have said stop
but i persist even though
God is a place
where my hell exists.

Now Playing: Oval - "Do While"

living inside a dying sun
bombarded with interstellar shrapnil
using atomic energy to keep from supernova
fusion not of one cellestial object but two
creates implosion
implosion creates reduction in size
creates loss of energy
creates inevitable explosion...

plants requiring photosynthesis soon decay
wither away if the explosion doesn't
destroy them first
middle-sized star exhales,
lets out energy,
one last time...

living outside the dead sun
jettisoned into space
searching for meaning and a place
to begin energizing again
nothing left...

supernova destroys all
gravity doesn't exist and
no force pushes against
on & on & on & on
yearns for dying sun to live in
once again.

Now Playin: Moby - "Alone"