I feel like a swine under your fingers
etching my teeth beneath your mask
as the spectral iron sun moves rays against
your scars with solar tethers

I walked the golden southwest streets to tell you
that I no longer love you
barefoot and aching
the wet seams of beggars

I walked the golden southwest streets
beneath the machinery of sky
and lined my sentences perfectly
for the surrender of your smile

I feel like a swindler with loose hips
imploring your shadow for change
you've long forgotten in your pockets

I walked the golden southwest streets
to the terror of angels in your blood
simply to tell you it is stone
where your hallowed semen dries

I walked the golden southwest streets
to the cranes of your languor
simply to tell you there are inches
between love and desperation

And I am a liar at your feet
before the engines of the earth
where our graves will open wide
to the great machinery of the halcyon divide.

01/28/2005

Posted on 01/29/2005
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