Too Soon To Tell

I can feel it --

I am one within skin.

I am winning.

Goodbye's too good a word

all roads are closed --

could i have done better?
i'm not your passenger

anymore

no more grey skies

disappearing in your

charcoal eyes

hope you found someone

to help you disappear

to keep her mouth shut

and pick up

the early-morning
pieces of you

scattered girl,

stupid girl

with senseless fingertips

but your cut was so exact...

(you gave the knife its name)

me, i've lost all accuracy

my hands ache at the sight

i'm not your passenger anymore

And something flickered for a minute...

Time leans

like the books on my shelf

I dream about you,

But you always

fade

into someone else...

You are solid,

I am the variable;

We are complementary

Flesh and blood --

Body and life

But without me,

you are only skin

And without your containment --

Anarchy!

I run,

I drain

and become

a puddle on the floor...

There are no accidents around here...

You know I never told you about this, but there's one guy

Somebody I really love, he's never around

Well he was taking things that could be alright, that could be nice

And make them ugly, so damn ugly

And we put out the lights on them...

...It's idiots like you that screw me up

I know there's nothing to you

And I don't know why I treat you so kind

-- from Iggy Pop's "Turn Blue"

Do you think of me only in the wintertime?

As the snow begins to fall,

Do you recall our white bodies,

The concealment --

The sin?

There is only paper now,

And I accept it;

Embracing the dust.

I smashed and smashed the glass

until I could no longer recognize

my scattered reflection,

broken and old,

broken and old.

You have gone without me,

glanced only for a moment --

what is it that you hold?

There is only paper now,
And I accept it.

You balanced me smack on the edge of your shelf

And all the tulips wilt in your mind's windowbox...

"I smell the blood of les tricoteuses..."

"For I put all I have in another bed..."

de rien

i am nothing

standing between stone and light

i am safe here,

but I canot see

on the other side

...if the light disappears,
will this be the last time?

i am nothing --

and in this shadow,

i am satisfied

Implied

shimmering stone circles

dare me to follow,

staggering,

with my burdens.

still i chase

your stuttering gracefulness -

as if this were your natural state-

through the light,

the changing pace;

the rhythmic ramblings of the rain

that turn the night

blue, silver, and grey.

your eyes --

strange stones i cannot keep in my pocket.