Natives of Wild Night

the phantom

of all things holding their place 

every footprint laid on the shore of the bay

you see autumn pass over 

better than the last

everything you speak 

weaves the fabric 

destiny died a smooth death in the mountains

the devil rang my phone again 

he left a message pretending to be me 

all i ever said, he repeated

noting my delusions draped in burn patterns

l am you

his tricks are now switching everything I once knew

around in circles that never end

Can’t pretend it isn't getting to me

to pick and choose 

His voice echoing off the walls that wiggled

throwing sound back toward me

scary to converse so elusively with yourself

but tantalized is every last particle 

teeth sharp into me my whole life

it could all be a symphony or the devil’s prize

evil goes where light fades 

i see why we aligned and now conspire

this time I close my frigid eyes 

I am only along for the ride

Thrusting on a smooth surface 

it will never be enough so it carries on

endlessly in a lavender moment

our champagne thoughts that made what we became

now linger forever unveiled, razor sharp and truthful 

flowing through fatal waters

ripping free since birth

A hurricane of warm rain not damaging anything

even the sun floods around a drifting gray cloud

and steals faces, revealing decayed bones

Thru a wicked spectacle she spins

The tragic sun fall of the entire story

bursting, seething all the time 

couldn't roll fast enough to calm the heat

so it rested

we searched for a better place where our minds could stay

instinct sexually moves in and never steps back

leaving us weaved in a problem we know how to solve

when we saw everything

in a place where nothing was supposed to happen

never could have known

Spring breaks open as the axis spins

and the motion is felt