oh come on: live a little

she said.

i have alive i have noses

what happened there used to be

and night comes rushing in with no pants

i have hair i have not no holes

no external holes

oh and the wind it comes rushing

unforgiving into me

let us all be wind

minus the cold cold heart

i would reverberate with day blue and fire

i could open and shut without breathing

oh and etching lines where there is no sound

and preening lovely opening of time

oh and allowing all boundary

to be open, open, open unto me

she believes she is not open

she believes she does not start and end

and she believes most of all

worst of all

that the fire inside is not inside

oh it is fake it is folding

the day into two pieces

night and then bleating sorry wind

why minus the forgiveness

what do you have to give

what little faith is left in the hanging

of infinity? of mass unspoken for and

lost; of virgin silver light nestling

in unbroken places where sound

calls home, and wake up

daylight pouding in your ear

tearing apart the fantasy of living

the bitter untruth of being.