in colliding moons

If I could I would wish it all away,,

              but for now stretch the atmosphere,across  

a proper black blanket ,        bucket filled pennies  

catch me on the skull

One pin drop

After so many sad faces

racketeering star fuckers 

Cold play Jehovah's 

Bath us in some thing else.

Show,anything

The 260 mile an hour albatross cruising thermals,tips bent to the opposite

If colors bleed to rest

Let me kiss the sky

See,on our own

I don't feel it yet

The slipping of the head

Blossom,it becomes hands in the fiction

Tears dry,often sandy and unbecoming

I go back to black

Torn beds,such sweaty sheets

Jasmin

We only said good bye with words

Closing eyes

Bring unannounced clouds

I would hold you down,

but I am to busy chasing face down

Sand,lost wind oblivion

close your eyes to the howl

You might end up in a Mercedes 

Life is  bleeding art

It became a shadow,one of many

After a thousand hero's faces where torn away

Lost in a book of mythology,crashing burl in to cast plates

Back and forth

Someone bleed

as you placated to the heavens

seeking 

Always seeking

Sun burnt eyes

Dream and die

I get caught up

In colliding moons

Silence

I am sinking

Augmented like a fool named Henry

Spacial perception

Somehow always missing the full abode,

I have seen to many keys to write

chatter and fall off

Blue,always distant rainclouds