[bleep] one eye open one eye dry
sweet blue hum of her breath against my face falling across closed eyelids and secret toothy grins feel her smiling wrapping fingers in my hair and the two of us suspended in the deep breath of free fall a hiccup before being stripped bare of memory and circumstance thrust forward into an emptiness solid and harnessed in the collected trinkets and sentimental reminders of old photos of strangers on benches beneath skies spitting rain blowing sideways into cheeks flushed with redemption and consumed by comparisons to grainy water color motion pictures with cheap dialogue when she whispers and whimpers and pretends to sing we are giggles and blooshot unending procession of coffee and jazz and runny nose space heater comforters burying her face in my chest and promising never to sit still or rest in slow motion widescreen green tinted lenses frozen in space her soft hands on my face tickling teases and mechanical grace swallowing wandering manic disorders of critically revolving movement recorders and beneath our security blanket display in flashing red digital characters speaking in jaundice faced cathode ray urgency bleeping nothing will generate warmth so sincere as this chemically dependent absence of fear spinning in circles in passenger seats of blue late decade automobiles remembering mornings that i spent with you since grown old and lumbering sogginess pink in my eyes from staring so long perched upon a perpetually diminishing horizon flashes of thought stunning like white noise on loudspeakers huddling on floors of hotel room carpeting numbness weighing like lead on desensitized eyes of painted stormcloud gathering steam roaring in over the bay into the waiting delusion of love


.brother are you real at all paradise ambassador i will throw you rocks today watch them pass right through you say this is not a game or test we both have done some grieving your vast reward a treasury you cant afford one eye open one eye dry when i die will you be my neighbor tell me things i like to know dress it from head to toe the message i've recieved is gone can you read my soul backwards i would lie with you if you are a backwards ghost i will hire you.

[chris]