poem

back when the 

  devil could feel

rain

 the roads 

the fog

reptiles walk across

this bridge

before me

the nun 

sins

untitled

voices of the colored women

scream to shore

every eternal wound

every eternal morning

with the moaning moon

only to wake the wicked

children crying in the fields

fathers dying at war

falling into the oceans

grab him by his heart

and let the song sing on

Miley Cyrus - I Would Die For You (Live)

And like the grass, I've watched us grow

dancing on the
   table top
     lightly

  the sun hits
my fingers

  and i finally
find the will

to  write
   again

isolated love 
just to make up
   for what

when  September's 
 rain is tall
                   er
                   than new york city

taken in by the sound of the
night


the black, the steady 
hum

    praying  on cigarettes and 
nights we can 
make love 
just to watch the moon 

cry