breaking sobriety
love is like a gamble;
what you get is what you don't want
and what you love isn't what you need
when im thrown down,
and my chest bursts,
full of fine wine,
grown from fresh grapes:


was it worth it in the end?

what does it take
_{the last curtain
the last song
what does it take for you...
(and me?)
when all is over with
(what will break?)}

losing faith, losing touch
_{a blessing is but
akin to a touch
written for starlit
and cascades of kisses
(i am blue without the warmth that excudes from you)}

scene ii
_{roll the clip, a cleft in my lip will ease your sorrow
tomorrow is done and down in the day unfolding
to become a day spent in a tonguedance of slurry;
tomorrows come
and today has done
its done
and its over
maybe tomorrow?}

i've been thinking
_{what forever means
when youre stuck lying still
in a little bin, wrapped the same way you came
craddle like milk in a hand
the worms in your hands -- does it think the same?
is this what death feels like: when you miss someone?}