TRUST BE -MY PAGE IS WRITTEN

What jagged empire you built in the spaces -clean and dusted -

so many unpacked careful hours-

thrown into the rage to float in this discomfort of conversation

Crazy-sad words in balance upon this delicate hold

a shifting wind blowing the burdens eager grace

Friend this bitter scent you are reading from an ancient rustic book 

a tattoo in name only stretched across the meaning 

years spent drowning at the mirrors command

stealing woven magic wealth 

stealing speech -stealing a position 

Friend i sleep more when this light

is eaten by a God 

three whisky glass religion

Rock blessed leather virgin

sainted vomit dripping in a stone field

Friend - 

see the cut open flesh-

i am all yours - 

Friend 

Fear is not my collection

i never end

Friend