LIVING
The love i loaned
was alone in love
today fretted in my gardens promise
switched the feathers i flew
and dreamt of oceans racing across my floating body
in bare footed rain
i knelt to prey upon the nights lonesome stranger
So many strange affairs
now lost in cost and wasted before brick in stone
no red carpets
just the broken mast crutch and spade
no companions in prisons only illusions
already more tainted than one
Music claimed the answer
but it held lies so close to the best
seems that sleep can be a moulded cloud
i turned the spine against myself
a living suicide
Dressed in yesterdays scar
i played with a broken word
melted its meaning - discovered the faint but healed wound
im just a happy man living in this suicide
watching places begin and run to that gather
im quiet in the unquiet suicide
digging up the laughter
from todays fresh grave
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