CemeterySound Poetry

[o'queery]

Too Many Moons

Have swept the
sky clean since

I last heard Your
thunder

and I..

ache for it like the world aches
for tender annihilation
of it's gifts

To feel your disease
plunging glass into these

cracked eyes


My open sky mouth
faulty with the taste
of destiny, curable tears

When I say your absence
is mummifying me
I am perfect

in those bandages that wrap
these words into transplants
that stitches can't
begin to maintain

What a heart I have!

Tocking and ticking
through blast after blast

the gleaming
of the barrel almost
weeping


wedged tenderly
to my chest




Its been to many moons


Since I vowed this abstract sunrise

the fear
it so fiercely deserves


There is no place like home

and without You behind the trigger
there is just no place