All Wars Lost Within

By you I will meet
Hundreds of thousands
Of men.
Men in uniform
And tattered scraps of skin.
Men who bore their
Hearts to God
And enemies of them.
Men with years
Of majestic mountains
In their eyes
And a soft sea
In the ones who
Can barely understand.
When the sun speaks
To them of the life
Left created,
They will cry
Desperately for death
And the devil
To take them.

When We Used To Love Winter

This is sickening
Life like a dead set
Bead on the line,
Drawing back
To a pale face
And firing
With closed eyes.
The arrow flies
So swiftly into
A mans painted pride
That's framed like
The portrait
Of a stranger in a suit.

The mark
We don't remember
When we used
To love winter,
Like the creature
That devours its young;
We are faithless,
Faithless father
And living evil nature.

Women Like You

Women like you
Break homes
With their bare hands
And pick their teeth
Clean with copper pipes
Pulled from the insides
Of this desolate,
Crumbling frame of life.

Women like you
Bend light to their will
And seek out the night
To pluck each
Of the stars,
To feed and foster
That ever draining
Lack of luster.

Women like you
With no memory of fear,
Can move through
The darkness
Like a spreading disease
With feverish love
And a child-like prowess.

But men like me
So thankfully deceived
As the wide eyed
Whipping boy,
Will bleed into dreams
Of impossible futures
And fortunes
That bind us
With terrible greed.

I Never Finish Anything

We make haste
In the strangest
Of places,
Dark rooms with red dye
And a haze of velvet blue
In the sky.

A father carves out
His place
In the basement,
And puts young hands
To steel
With a short strike
And a steady grip.

Building empty shelves
To leave behind.

Just About Anyone

I breathe and speak
So softly.
Ice shoves
The rugged shoreline
As our grandfather
Grinds a dessert
For evening coffee.

I am the painter's
Groaning organs,
Mine is heart
And his is lung.

I could love
Just about anyone.