( blessed sunshine )

you on time in a robe with whiskers
knocking in death, recieving life
around the hour that each proceeds
on sidewalks with the paces drawn

up and over your cherry lips
spilling out the tears

God forbid I remember the verses
around the man who cursed
all the things in ethan's closet
and on my inner squeeze

applied another month to waste
upon the ladder's length
for all the nights that time could grace
to make his hair seem dreamy

not a waste of mist on the early morning sunrise leaves
wrapped in black bouquets
around the procelain tea you drank
the set left in the grass

where upon a heart you strung
a beaded necklace, dyed
on the lengthened line of tongues
whereon the dying lied

the keystroke was in the air about the open door
happy for the sinking shipwrecked eyes
rescues in the blackest of natural surface
saying that the pressed can breathe

( illustration )

( illustration )

along the saturated dew of raindrops
beneath the pressing of hearts
the lamp post lit the strolls for birds
squeezed by pinned in homes

around the time that spring falls
searching the tips of my fingers for dirt
nothing on your neck is a beauty of doves
when sleep is the air that waits for us

( the product )