eyeballs clamped their wings and
lay vertically on the ashes. burned lips
from cigarette butts all ash, ash words flows from
three year old ashes : pyrrhic and breathe, idol, creep,
mother, alcohol, krishna, crazednadonnas, kiss and breathing skin.
one year of god, immortalized venus on angel dust, anniversaries, birthdays
and deaths of somebody and a whole bunch of phantoms had already fade away
thru being ashes once or perhaps forever.
i’m immortalizing our pain, pisces.
i’m immortalizing our yearnings
and i’m exhausted.
the air around shut and here with me, i have
your incense of distant heaven. it’s six o’ clock
on the dead clock 14th of March, i’m writing both of us down
as a gift.