Notes on Myrrhman

did I mention
this space
your eyes
vertical
ascension
clouds made
of glass
hours pass
I can't pay
anymore attention
captured my heart
the aperture of
my flaws
recorded
step by step
in anethemic
art.

Shake my head
shake my hands
at the floor
I never expected
riches
or to be poor
I already seem
to have it all
to have you
to grab you
by the handle
tip your ideas
over and create
a scandal
in bohemia,
caffinated anemia
coffee stains,
dark teeth in the night
and black sheets
of rain
the depth of my decay
as it pours
wash the ink
like blood
off of stones.

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white sheets
violins and linen.
white wood
and black blood
compromise
like zebras could
if zebras would
take to you
like I talk
to the moon

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only halfway
into the onyx woods
the sharp angels
and twisted branches
unsubstantiated
entrench chances
claw at the past
horses ride
ferries slip
into the gash
the river engulfed
laughter and card tricks
and the man who falls
in love with death's daughter
and her kiss
\(unfinished)