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Sing again. Dance for me. It's beautiful and so sweet
The way you came in through the door
And formed like fluid on the dance floor.
To the two's and three's I sing to the beat,
"You're the demon strewn up on my canvas,
The stain of sin on my sheets."

I would rather be the frame than the shattered glass

When I found you in stained glass, your eyes turned toward the skies
Until rocks rained from the heavens,
And your shards came raining down.
No feeding bread to clergymen disguised as flesh and blood
Ripped from bone and tendon of liars and their children.
I can see your horns shining through your crown of thorns
As you stand preaching at your altar.
False promises are all you have to keep to friends, hand-in-hand.

Pale, white, and motionless, you are the snow
That sits on the ground in thick pillows
To break my fall
Like you always did
With the strongest arms, you pull me in
The procession line made real
Everything I tried to deny
With closed eyes, you see through me

In 2008, your aged veins showed through

Your life is all I’ve ever wanted.
Do you mind if I pretend I’m you?
Do you mind if I look on your life from my world of shit?
It’s so hard for my heart to beat when this blood is clean,
But I am looking at you,
And looking at you makes me feel a little less broken.

Written to the buzz of summer heat
And winter's harshest creative silence

The summer's days have passed since I've laid down in the grass and watched airplanes draw circles in the skies. I'm not a scholar. I can't write this out in the flat gray sky. What is falling out is a blank white page where I scribbled this out in a twenty-cent notebook, and then I ripped it out.

"Dear you who reads:
In this heart I will keep you. Put a white fence up between awake and me 'cause of the snow in this note you hold. I hope the snow doesn't get to you the way it did me. This coat is buttoned to my throat, and what's on my wrist is just a balled up fist, not an airplane drawing circles in the skies; crossing its T's and dotting i's."

Just tuck me in and explain to me
How fast I'll swim this summer,
Lest I'm pulled under a sea of floating heads
And drifting in an an expectative sun that I kick against.
I'm diving in.

From where I stand, the world still spins.
From where I stand, my head still spins,