Needing you I lay tortured by moments in coal stations silhouettes cut like paper shapes against my private streets not knowing if I missed you I dared not leave the spot of your heralded arrival Mecca of my dust wrought pilgrimage into the dark wool of your tresses where Zeus left memoirs of glory and want of body on cold shores the conversations the accusations and the laughter of dementia resound here voices are timeless and words hang lives gather like cobwebs to be torn through and discarded you my man are well guarded by fortune and providence feline Chance lays in your lap to be loved and abused by you like any beggar I will pay for promises and give myself each day for a shot at night to help me die these are not words or weary realizations they are the broken stumble of the apocalyptic gait I take now tumbling down avenues down the Boulevard of Saints they are the lament of silence lament for the gifts you bring solitude and a strike at beauty one candle and one match in the ship's hold so I may look upon your body as I would gold images in the constant museum of the unattainable we all drink this eternal brew and become manifest in it as unbound open fugue our eye is the one eye that sees all except itself in you is the mirror needing you like sleep I found the slab of your doorway your windows dark and nothing but the sorrow of immobility outside and nothing but the solace of no need to be mobile within
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"I've been looking for some kind of an emotional investment with romantic dividends" - T.Waits
"I can't give you my heart, but I'll leave everything else here to die in you arms, in your morning, like dreams."- (L_S)
"And I imagine...with great pleasure...all the horrible stirrings of the nonmanifested to bring forth the scream which creates the universe. Maybe one day I'll see you trembling, and you'll go into convulsions and grow larger and smaller until your mouth