brute

I thought I might give it a name.

It was sweet and it played; it was tame.
The West told me, why not? Go ahead.
But the East shook her dazzling head,
and said:

If you give that thing a word,
you’ll teach it hate and fear, I’ve heard.
It tends to hoard and make a lord
of names in cages just like birds.
It’ll think its word is better
than all other ones, I swear.
It’ll label you and know
your label’s different. It’ll care.

I hate to even think – but
it could learn its right from wrong.
Do not name it, please, I beg you.

So, I taught to it a song.

Don’t

Don’t say that I

haven’t been there for you

always

 

Eat up the sky

and pretend that you wait

hungry

 

Don’t say that we

just weren’t meant to be

darling

 

I have never seen you

I have never seen you more sad than today

 

Climb the rocks and paint the trees

Any color you please

Take my hand and don’t let go

here is the body I own

 

Don’t take the chance that

today is our last,

my love

 

Determine to waste

every second you have

on my touch

 

Don’t say that we

will not live happily

just this once

 

I will never leave you

I will never leave  you more sad  than today

 

Climb the rocks and paint the trees

Any color you please

Take my hand and don’t let go

here is the body you own

I own.

nuke

In the silence of your
nuclear blast I found
the substance of what I will
use to save the world.
I’ve lost a lot in your mind,
lost a lot in your eyes,
found it all again when
we destroyed the universe.
Our cadaver garden,
has perfectly straight rows,
limbs erect from the ground,
stiff, without their blood flow,
is it spring or winter?
these were all beheaded,
is it daytime or nightfall?
who can tell for all the storms?
We never meant to-
but we did,
and I thought if I killed the world,
you would be by my side.