the everlasting moon

how i have grown to become such an universal infant
baptized with my spiritual scars
who can turn on his back
and float in the moonlight and the sacred pool of ageless stars

the ageless stars

with my eyes closed and my spirit open
i see them in my mind
how can there be so many now
where o where is all of our infinite time

the infinite time

tomorrow i must hunt for more of it
after my liquid night swim is all done
till the tide goes out on the darkness
leaving the brilliant sands of the eternal sun

the eternal sun

when it is ended when it is over
when all hope has fled with all doom
I once again will strip naked like us all
And float into the light of the everlasting moon

the everlasting moon

my insanity suit
given to me as a gift
i received it upon inception
perhaps my very first birthday wish

but i now slowly slip it on
over the course of my years
buttons of guilt and insecurity
starched collars of pain and fear

anyway i sit here fully dressed
in my silent rooms fading light
i check my pocket watch for past
i will lose all time when it becomes night

like you i have worn so many suits
in the recess of my mind
suits of god science and love camouflage me
so in reality i am hard to find

truth to tell these have never been comfortable
they have never fit me well
so before i am completely dressed
take one last look beneath my shell

thanks

the day had become just another forgotten war
with my soldiering ending
in the dim subway light

i could care less where the train would take me
but somehow i always ended up home

so many familiar faces around me
all of them
i would never know

with these neighboring worlds spinning just outside my reach
my thoughts drift across the tracks
across the universes
across to a mirror of hopeless wars
hopeless battles
that lie in another direction
with different enemies than my own

my thoughts fall upon the shores of a woman
she is so ordinary
she is so plain

i watch her sort out her past with her future
and briefly i am in love

too many nights like this have made her more aware
she sees me
i am easily captured

where is she going to a man who does not know she is god
to a man who does not long to feel her smile upon him
only taking his pleasure
in her pain

i need her
she must know that i need her

the trains of our destinies move between us
in a rush of warm air
i will never be with her again
until tomorrow

i am driven by the brilliant storms
on the open plains of my being

flat open fields of endless thoughts
endless movements

like the heart of a churning sea

you can see it in my eyes
when i want you to watch me

i am a different kind of animal then what you might be use to


when your shadow falls unnoticed by others
filling the small places within you
where light will not enter

i desire it
like it was the center of you
and not the edge

i drink it in my hands pure
like a river of life
staining my mouth my neck
till i have your scent

i am a different kind of animal then what you might be use to


you know of the beast of man
the paradox of human emotion

it is now my religion
my heaven my hell

you are what has kept me
since before the world knew of us
when where you stand was nothing
but dust and time around an infant sun

from there i was to exist
because you were to exist

i am a different kind of animal then what you might be use to

thank you for the warm welcome.

the arctic god looks down on me
from behind the cold hard sun
we are three weeks from the nearest warmth
with three more weeks of winter to come
industrial smoke usually hidden by the wind
now hangs like an angry work of art
the morning train prepares to leave your frozen station
but i must wait for spring to start


i am sleeping less in the winter now
i never noticed before
i am living off the passion of my past lovers
in my sex where they are stored
there has got to be a reason i knew you
there has to be a reason we are apart
i swear one day when i thaw i will find it
but i must wait for spring to start


springtime alone in my living room
sunlight crawling on the walls
i have been in this chair for what seems like years
past summer into fall
but nothing i feel now is real
i am slightly chilled in my heart
i gather my blankets in my winters
and i wait for spring to start