Past the changing phases,
from under sultry gazes---

I will emerge.

--rising again, into life
not yours, not mine;
stolen, remastered.

Gimme Miami
And her hot summer sun
Growing babes aren’t
Gonna save you from
The County of Dead

County of Dead
County of Dead—
why are we here?
Let me be
free, free, free


ESCAPE!

Choking holds,
Babe of death
destruction, affliction

MADNESS!


Miami glitz
Gonn’ get blitzed
Take a ride, far, far

Drown, in the ‘glades.

[I'm] sitting in a cafe
down in Murder Central

Sweet women in jeans
with hair the color of honey
& soft smiles, cool blue eyes

How to live & get by
with dark knowledge of
the demons permeating the
streets.

To sleep at night w/out
a care or fear or worry

Would you give all
for that sweet

freedom?

C'mon lets leave together
[We'll] fly from this place,
(leave behind the human race)
our bodies seeking solace in a concrete grave

and when our souls
escape
entwine
dancing...



Death descends,
cold, skeletal tendrils
reaching, reaching
grasping the veins of life

Though the past seems obscure, lonely, cruel
there is but a future to be found

--it is yours, take it!

Hold it close, feel it, embrace the sweet,
nurturing, beautiful soul hidden deep within

--and share with me,

all that I long to share with you.

"Do you dream of death?"

Asked the lizard to the shrew.

"I dream of flowers with pollen lightening."

Overhearing the exchange of words,
a [black] Widow creeps upon them, silent.
Dangerous.
Eager to slip into the colloquy.

"I dream of death in technicolor,"
she whispers, & the shrew's glare
bounces off of her shiny back.

"Come closer, Lizard, my hour glass
shows your time. Your future."

Enchanted, the Lizard steps in but the
shrew is faster -- Widow strikes &
lightening flashes

White crystal pollen-rain covers
them, & the Lizard mourns.

Heavy is the smell of rain

on the horizon

Won't make it in time
storm's gonna hit,
hard and violent

thrashing, crashing.

Thunderous echoes, piercing strikes
--she's angry, the Mother,
taking out her frustrations
on her tiny, vulnerable children.

Their evening walks have become almost like ritual; false dawn on the beach, hand in hand they walked together, whole as one. Sometimes they would stop with cool ocean water swirling gently around their ankles.

It soaks the hem of her skirt, the bottoms of his chinos but they don’t mind.

’I can hear your heart,’ she whispers, her head resting upon his chest. The faintly floral scent of her shampoo wafts up and he smiles, softly breathing it in, taking all that was her.

‘It beats only for you,’ he promises, arms wrapped loosely around her. She gives a soft, contented sigh and slips her arms around his waist, drawing him closer and dancing her fingertips along his spine, his skin smooth and warm. Inviting.

heavy breathing, asthmatic wheeze
lungs starved for air,

--burnt from the heat