Cold Interstellar War

A force recedes quicker than one can imagine,

it leaps in the throat and makes me cough,

I try to lounge on the warm stars,

but find no comfort,

all I can do is watch for the signs,

intertwined with scars,

what's it all bringing me,

that shiver jetting down my spine,

I can't see life out here in the darkness,

instead I witness it grow and blossom,

I'm without a cape to fly,

nor words to mystify,

I write with my pen each day in order to

conjure a play for the world to see,

what an audience that would be,

what a time to finally sleep.

In Other Words

I can't speak your tongue, but I know the signs.

that light tip of the hip,

a coquetry from the bat of an eye,

fingers crawling heavenly around my back,

fluttering butterflies caged in my mind,

thin lips puckered as words uttered swim,

whim of roses and white wine line the table,

able to massage your heart with a smile

while the bonfire morning rages on.

I'm unable to verbally say how I feel,

but it's meaningless unless I can't yield to my heart.

Cold Interstellar World

I've clench the final hand that'll expand my horizon to forever,
until the chagrin squalls quit squawking,
I won't come down from the cold deep ink well,
squalid temperament in their gawking,
I've covered up in a cape full of stars to hide from time,
tawdry drapes and summer slouching,
A mask of the moon swoons over me for protection,
vitriolic barrage of iron and coal blotching,
My heat is that eternal flame that'll re-ignite the ages,
supernova bursting into billions of blistering hues,
Mellifluous steps wept for the parts unknown,
I've got murder at the bottom of my shoe,
and the weight of time marks my back,
I can't sleep in a moribund bed,
instead I stay awake smiling.

For those who forget

(for Gerald)

Everything's a motion, either towards us or away,

no matter what the decision, she would have never stayed,

her words whisper lightly, but they're a comforting touch,

don't be foolish and believe she doesn't think about you much.