Saturday, July 16, 2011


There's too much space
thinning out till soon
drifting out till when
receding till there's nothing left.

While blowing away
nothing to hold on
nowhere to run
no anchor in the sea


I know why you're there
in that Taiwan hotel
in that Parisian bathtub
Brentwood bungalow
Fuhrer bunker
Eva let go of my hand.

I'm sorry.

The sharks are swimming
the teeth are gnashing
naked bodies writhing

Barefoot walk on coals
jolly Buddha laugh
there are stars in my eternity
there is light
darkness is a cool drink of water.

Incubus Gabriel
with your wings of snow
soul inclusion
with your grace
I'll stay.

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