Head Full of Thunder Heart Full Of

(5.31.13 revised 6.2.13)

Head full of thunder heart

full of molten metal hlack,

hot,

drudge

Another yes, empty

night left

wasting wondering what

could change

this pattern beat to drum beats sound out marches for the Dead

beat to death

beat our spirits to death

These are not repetitions for the living

Not the living

not for us

Are we moving forward?

Do we travel together?

Are we looking in the same direction?

Destroying what we have built?

Do we even know the questions?

Do we even know?

what the other sees

when we look out at the world

together

when we look at each

other?
When we burn.

I turn to ice

I burn

I cry I write scream I stop hit  bolt destroy destiny fit and frenzy I

only calm when I
notice

how my face

seems to fit

with my building collection of portraits of 

people who have died.
those
mourned, beloved, passed

Or,

better yet

When you come to hold and

put your hands on my waist

my skin

back of your hand smooth my torrid

face

pull my shirt

back push the fabric

no matter what happens between you and me boy

Go ahead and relax your

trigger finger

cause we burn white-hot like that

Cause I won’t take this ring off my finger ever again

And I will love you til the day I die

But the demons come back to sink their teeth

every time one time

one of us will fire and one

of us will

hit