zebrasindenver

a rain soaked day

 we love the rain

and goodnight

then nothing

but a wet coat

and a memory of grey

i am so intoxicated with your all

i will fall drunk

and stupor

till you revive me

jesus bleed on the cross

and hemingway bleed on his typewriter

and i

not a saint

nor a poet

well me my love

i shall bleed in your passionate lies

What a beautiful evil

what evil beauty

what has become of sainthood

well

i drowned it in the river of your eyes

i knew no evil more vile than mine

till i met you

your wicked wicked love

i will think of you forever

till sleep captures me

and i wake

a pure evil once again

my evil

my love

me

ha, ha, hahaha

evil bastard

who’s next

you?

less than existing

more than evolution

a love born

to a friendship buried

goodnight angel

that lies so scared

and so naked in my arms

so naked in my mouth

and so

so heavenly far away.

behind this closed door of my heart is a photo of you

the frame is our history and our history just a frame around the door of my heart

that will capture my whole body

that could never leave this body

that will leave my soul without a frame from which a door could be closed

to never let you out

to never let you go

and forever in my heart is a frame around a photo of you

the little native girl

upon whose porch i sit

emerges from the forest and through the barn

cupped in her hands

a dead viceroy

folded so gently in two

how you have made me laugh

one hundred miles away

with nothing more than a message of your words

and mere handful of five dollar bills