just like any other memory

Just like any other memory,
there’s no answer
still I ask
I still want to know, where’d it come from
Despite how deep in the foxhole of synthesized musk seedlings,
the leaky fingerprints no one would admit
they could only explore it once
no matter how betwixt, where betwixt, when betwiced,
exploit it before you find that’s all there was,
just like any other memory
no one would waste a single breath, or admit it was a long wait on a wishful street corner
no walls and floor,
no answer,
just like any other memory
nakedness is not an option
insist on more that an echo
still want to have some fun and time to turn the warning around
and still again, but there’s no stillness
just like any other memory
no one would give it up,
make me believe in your door
the infra red surprise 24/7
raw grasping and giant clues,
just like any other memory
turquoise eyes in electric grace,
stripped of what can not be restored
get up first through those strewn teeth,
whatever will fit through the maze
a long peeling copy pilot, seeking, but won’t touch the corner in the darkness,
no answer either in the peek a boo fairy monster, wanting revenge on the ends of the replacement twin, whisper twinge double jointed suchness, starry story digging holes in wrinkled sand doors,
never stray far from evolutions continuity, however brief the wings sing,
to gather whats left on the shore,
just like any other memory
vertebral vexated vertical vortex,
‘twas a tease and a taste, a forlorn fancy face,
thump up trump tumble,
trance with a gun and your secret numbness,
twas a tease and a taste, a fancy forlorn face,
thub up, trump tumble,
random glance crash happenstance and I still wonder,
keep leak tweak comes again the night ranger,
did I ever betray the childhood recording of stuttering loneliness,
the radiation these days resonates a crippling tongue,
no answer.
Just like any other memory,
can’t help and can’t delay,
Statues turn to sand in the starfields at night,
Sand turns to statues in the ocean waves of day,
trade hands and blood.
Coal and diamonds
but never touch the expanse of the anonymous face
just like any other memory

you have to love me now

You have to love me now,
I looked all the twisted snakes of my confusion in the eye,
into all the loneliness they all tried to hide,
I put all my mistakes in a pile,
and made a funeral pyre,
and as they burned they told each stories of trust,

You have to love me now,
I took the last train to the end of every night,
and the end of the last highway left together with a handful of hope,
and when no one was looking, I made a wish

You have to love me now.
The war ‘aint what it used to be,
and I wonder how I got here,
I need you to remind you where I am,
and sort the missing from the found,

You have to love me now
I heard you singing over the wall,
and had dream that someday I would awaken,

and just in case any more tears come,
I need you to be there with the shaking loneliness,

and when I close my eyes,
and the other side slips though the faint twilight of bare heart tongueness,
I need you to understand that slipknot,
before all those moments become another force in the lost cause,
and just in case everything I caught takes over again,
I need you to love me now,

moonlight

In the moonlight
Ready for rain,
Bone on bone,
I thought I could make it through,
I thought I was sensitive enough,
For every place I’ve never been
My terrain of needs’ anticipation and sacred wishes,
Hopes and chains,
Little extensions, still I won’t let go,
It’s not that I was hidden in shadows,
On the wrong end of town,
At J’s pale blue saloon,
I just figured out little tricks,
For the horse races and casinos’,
Loneliness and suffocation,
When things don’t really meet up,
I just figured on some other way of listening,
Some other way to visit,
When something is missing from its’ place,
Pull the shades and let in the carousel,
Take the voices for a ride one by one,
It’s not that I was not the heat,
It’s just that I always needed another little sign,
In the land of excess and depression,
In the pale lagoon, in this hunting preserve,
Couldn’t there be someone I could trust,
Am I cursed in here?
Bone on bone as if I weren’t born with enough closeness,
After her floods come and gone,
Bone on bone and we all begin in a dimly lit room
But sugar don’t tell me it’s no good for you,
Don’t let me down get down with me baby,
When the pieces don’t fit,
And I can’t make any sense of it,