Light the way

Any instinct that we had for the big forever
and the stupor of eternal salvation is damned.

We can't wake up from the dream of lust
that we write again and again in the sand.

Any light that we see in the distance
pales against the shadow of selves left behind.

We dare not portray any more tension
in the balance of this life that awaits.

The politic of cut and paste revolutions
will drown us out.

The passion of trump and trample emotions
will kill the noise of tomorrow.

The piety of formless masters and traitors
will erase the words you write here.

Will you wait here or move along to another?
Will you linger on or dare to cross the border?

I'll love you either way.
I'll make the move to light the way.
I'll not cry when you do not sway.
I'll not fear when you do not follow.

Bone to flesh

I brought tears through the front door
for the last time in the moment that counted.

She stained the floor with our proxy of
mixed paintings and morbid callouses.

All erased without mention or intonation
or a sense of longing for some other form.

These are the gracious stereotypes we employ
from fractured homes of steel inbreeding.

I came to know you when this was all over
and I bore the thought to distant, everlasting rivers.

Will we float on the miracle of pixie dust
or just make it to the door from whence we came?

And I'm just starting the dance floor roll call
and watching for the elastic crystal ball to fall
again.

I brought love hate relations through the eyes
of needles drawing blood in the room next door.

Here is the last thought, the one I'll always remember
here in the saddle of the nasty rumor that we invent.

Don't let the dreams of your fathers beget motionless
anthems your children will lose, bone to flesh.