Moonhearted Leper

Can't solve the glue,
perhaps the pieces
melt me to you.

Fake is the love you seed
when the night is void
and nothing lies (next) to you
as the sand fills your eyes.

Must I send the ground
a tithe of pithy tears?
"No", silence answers,
when that pride inside demands amends,
and you know that loneliness
preys upon itself
as logic upon bleeding hearts.

(resting in peace)

Blame surrounds the ego made of eyes.
They can see that those minds you own
whose hearts resent you
taste of twilight tremors.

Sufferance erodes pacifists
for the dumb and confident
conspire with stupendous angst.

Tombstones whet by spit
offer brittle testimony
to the intent of men.

Soiled pigs,
honeyed ham!
Gilded genitals,
forced labor!
Tried to save the maid
but struck by rice
the law was changed
so whispers
could scream
(blood is) LIFE!!

Now who are you at night, alone,
when you know the world
would kill you
for it wants to
but it won't
(save you) without you.

What argot owns the mantis?
Is the abandoned man facetious?

Nuclear attraction
animates fingers
laced with phobia
that fondle our everything,
define the shots we've missed
when trials separate
knowledge from practice.

Savor the colors that move you.
Rebuke the summer chapel
as the dawn protracts a foolish hope
that's only necessary
that we may see ourselves as gods.

I can't recall the now to feel.
Lions crowned with cages pout
with delirious instinct -
that path is closed to kings
which dyes dirt with blood.

Letters sail beneath a tangled roof
and I can't solve the glue
that melts the pieces unto me or you.