Misery Bones

When I am without you

I'm stricken in the skin with 

misery bones

A well in my face pilled with a bucket of dust

The doors split and crack like a baby-boy scribble-draft bubble-fuss

The red rivers running slow and cold

and the current feels old

So deep a grief like a green-barred thief

in the depths of a gully between time and space

I rob you with my own sullen face to your face

You let me rape a mirror holding us

but I lock my look-eyes when the doors are closed

and fantasize of memory-thoughts froze

frozen to be broken

But I keep them cold and held to hold until I thaw

Just a step - toward the raw fire - that the dripping can commense

and soften the bark on my skin and heart

Oh these misery bones need a home in your home

'cause they break and they shake and they're alone

When I am without you