delliversagain

I arrived at a Carnage Convention Lives knocked down like Dominoes Tormented, shocked, awed Was given the job of the count There were customized ringtones and blippity textones Endless as if the dead Lived in the heart beat of someone's Fingers on the other edge of that cellular Connection It broke me It hurt me It haunted me As the neon lit parking lot Bled into darkness Acrid smoke still lingering Like imaginary jellyfish Man made mist in the air The only light left A light void of life

Along the map of your arms And the pictures that floated In your mind Reminds me, takes the wind In that cloud blessed cracked Concrete tunnel bending an ant pilgrimage, Salt and pepper zephyr Her eyes looked watery As she defiantly flicked Us off and you were The one Just you, Showing me rainbows in a Murky, muddy creek And in the overcast you Disappeared into you glow Making the biting fog Scratch away the itches And the cheek you kissed Still blushing to this day Like a bridge to decades Ago Taking me to Tulsa And you shook my hand By listening to me And you accepted me By giving me time You knew you never had And in your atheist aura I find myself in the pews Sun rays, stiletto beams That tells me to find A god to give my Kiss of life to touch Your lost burnt soul The hammer that will Place your faltering heart In the sky only humbling An unforgiving star hiding in the Night amid the menagerie Of dots like spots Like the poetry you Spoke in the gentle Timbre of your shy voice And the likeable lines Of your irresistible soft Cheeks

You paraded into my office Shades, hiding your grays Bling, fading your blues Your groove more than the Murray River I followed you without a life jacket, you covered me in honey drizzles epoxying the world within the lines of visions of all who felt your light I saw you from the exit stage right, I felt like the curtains bound by your ultraviolet smile, movements of a night that could never be trapped, yet color ranges and stranger shifts of time, as if I was always at my funeral, indifferent and floating on the tears of those who remembered to pay me their respects as I am fiddling like a note that never remembered to unsustain

To become God and unseen by those you love And read the stories told by those who learned from your mistakes and benefitted from your visions To walk on South 18th St and hear leaves scratching asphalt and muted ten ton 8 rubber screeching debates by tapping steering wheels reflecting on how it burns a scarlet fury amid gelid maples naked of their garments sold to changing times and bellicose rhymes here's to looking in from the outside and from the outside in a vault with windows but without senses to fall like the leaves and be frozen in the sewer making every wrinkle turn to feathered silk again or a cotton candy grin

Yesterday, I let go of you you were wandering in my mind, playing my lover and oh you were so kind You even looked me in the eye and I thought of how much strength it took, and how you never realized how much power it took for me not to caress you and tell you how my yesterdays are shadows eclipsed by the loneliness before I was touched by your flicker sparked my heart was pushing me outside of my shyness and it must of looked like I was on a roof, aloof I looked at the stitches on my soul you did your job you healer and now I am more broken than ever

Yesterday was kissed by blue skies Vast beyond my horizon And the smell of wet leaves Mixed with cold petrol city Noise, You were wrapped up asleep still in the present tense of your dreams I was lost outside of my daydreams Thinking about the crumpled papers on the ground, and the chattering of some new language invented by two youngsters Here we are in balance headed toward the storm of stale, sterile paper dessicated offices as the air outside holds a piece of our souls to feed to the wings of the scattering crows

She was my naive Runaway sunset with a pearl smile and porcelain legs I begged her to stop but she felt sexy when she told others about how I was her Fiancee It made her feel cultured and mature and in her manicured tones and yellow poppy smile that scooped up all the light's attention, she took away my heart every time her lips trembled when she knew she let me down

Silly chalkboard messages Next to a shell as I felt your Presence in Jonesboro's Humidity and our shared Timidity might have made Dollar General's lights flicker and the freckles on the red haired lady cashier revolved as she blinked her eyes, I tried to hold on to you and your town but was flushed away by time as Harrisburg Road spat my dreams onto the telephone shadows while I was pulled north to Jefferson City, I kissed the muggy clouds above me and wondered if your cheek trembled the moment I left you.

'Twas the beginning of May Just like any other day, Mustered men with wives and their children gathering on a street in South Memphis 'Cuz they were different the city bureaucrat hollered for the shamrock cops to ruin their wine flow with musket bollard Led by Officer Finn Who shot at them and hit his shin and turned his debacle lie into an Irish vs Black man rally cry as something as to be done while officer Finn died For the the next three days The lies spread like fire to a pyre of lucky charm flies turning the Southern side black shanty town into a sunrise deconstruction from the battle puddles of post war reconstruction Today the tensions still weigh heavy only quelled by their hospitality levee A dull have in Whitehaven As ghosts say "boo!" From the voices of today's children living and grooving as away today continues movin'

She had marzipan lips and trapped herself in a Cul-de-Sac Not far from I a Lakeport Boy who climbed on white wood play bars and stared into circular roads precariously rounding and elevated cliff Yet the rain touched our llips in California You and your 4th floor smile Calling me by my name as if I were famous you spun me in your Virgo daze and one our passion play began I sang aloud a tune your way and we drowned in the Tacoma sounds I will remember you when heaven grips me and I'm forced to choose who I want you to be to me when one day our memories will by side to side, seeded ornaments on a forgotten 2,000 year old ghost tree.