a brother me

who am i to spout such a thing

to rage a word through the thick of your back

and not already think of the aftermath

a new yawning wound screaming at the raining 

the waning blue moons

i didnt used to do this

who am i to feast on such a thing

as to gorge what my head would illustrate as a pathetically delicious thought

to settle my white tiled wall in the tender of it all

i didnt used to do this

who am i to collar such a thing

thats lucidly yours - dripping off your sleeve

and cast it about my delight and twirl in my fingers

bleed it out and booze my yen

so that i might not be so sunken drunk in my eclipse again

i didnt used to do this

why am i not the pleasant cat from the past

too deep asleep to mind me out of limbo?

not from egyptian blood grounds

but born bred an alleyway and a playful name

youre starving yourself like its a game

WAKE UP, BONES!

i didnt used to be this way

why am i the skipper

to skip and swing around a dark carnalivorous yield

to so freely bite without a fight

i leave my armor on the shelf

and dance on a velvet brick rug with the suite on a ledge

i do my foolish fumbling on the hedge

i didnt used to be this way

why am i that i want to cry

that a drought through the window stained lustrous

came breathing

when gray had forgotten cousin blue

oceans to oceans - dust to dust

must i be a weep or bust

i didnt used to be this way

where am i

who are you

dont i know you

i thought i was me

i am not the me who i used to be

who i was to be - who i am to be

i am not me