Under the boulevard no one can hear her tapping on the door
is the dream of a rapture, to pull her off the floor

 

This guy the size of my palm needed a place for rest on the window screen out back. Next day he went back on his journey. Glad to be given a glimpse. 

I hear all the nightmares, they say "this way, right here!"

the awkward blood she keeps staining the carpet with

Under the boulevard no one can hear her tapping on the door

Where did I put away my wildest dreams

I executed the fighting machine

it's sheen blown off 

 

 

where the day takes you to strand or betray you

we met 
we loved
the devastation complete 
time has transformed us
informing us 
of incredible defeat

a heart
a bone
connection not known

a long time
a long dream 
where the stars look between

the flesh cannot endure

survival is not consent