I.
After us, the Flood
And whatever
Useless words
Hang from my mouth
Unpardoned
By my inability to express a single idea
Investments & Returns
Like some banker
Or how your eyes
Make me want to tear through your skin
Because desire aches
In all places
Still
The world moves in curves
And I study your shoulders and back
Consumed by nothing else
After us, the Flood
And I may be damned for thinking it
But your eyes
Oh, your eyes
Dance across the entire width of my imagination
Antique birth
To antique tongue -
I have yet to express a single idea
Will you hang me
From my mouth
With the very words
I am letting go of?
because of lifetimes of misinterpretation?
When my lungs are heavy
I sing
When desires shake me down
I write
But all the while
I desperately try to speak
To tame the animals that wrestle thoughfromareason
After me, you and
After you, the Flood
Because
There is something permanent in the temporary
Even if every single word begins to fail me
On language and other impossibilities -
Let me speak freely...
II.
When there is no point to center around
there is no geometry, no shapes, no theory, no evolution
no lines, no connections, no depth and no width
I have lost a certain
Something
Along the way to school
When houses catch fire
Outside what is inside
Reality unmasks fantasy
Words are the geometry of the mouth
Unpriced, inadequate
Desperately trying to lay shapes across an ear
I fear the Flood of lost intentions
Second guesses
Houses on fire
And the inside looking out
Of course,
None of this matters
To a house on fire
There are no brave alphabets
Or thoughts to express
Just shapeless, formless geometry
And I can't chase geometry forever
Away, because
The mind comes before the heart before the body
And I don't want to be a fool
The house is on fire
The curtains are burning
The beds are aflame
The circle keeps turning
Me off
And on
And off
And on
And off
And on
And off
And on and on and on and on and on...
III.
You love an idea
Infinite touches in dark places
An unguarded treasure
And other ones too
The laws are
Without teeth
Legless
Unable to outrun
Even a necessity
Dressed in the city's
White light
You love an idea
That never is
I called for your retreat
In every sleep
A guarded treasure
Without maps or legends
A fable
To carry us into
The white nights
Of servitude
Of error
Of guilt
New terror drills
its way inside
The city walls
Tonight
In the white lights
Of my fable
You love an idea
And hands clutching your throat
With nerve
And I am and am not that man...
IV.
Leapt from
Bed to bed
Without considering
The mess left
My name
Is a heavy name
And is burying me
Beneath it
Never stopped
Or thought
For a second
Which direction
Anything is spinning
I have abandoned
Reason
For no reason
Just
Like that
Is it too late
To stop fate
From fading?
The city of thought trails
Is sleeping tonight
And every night
Until the mind catches the body
Leapt from bed to bed
From debt to debt
Without once considering
Who was going to collect
