OF GLASS
You and I-

with greasy burned out sillouettes

slide down dirty counter tops

Where coal refelections

dance off the raw, cracked facets of ourselves

drawing up cold and hard every drooling bruise



In-between us burns glass like charred crystal

Those hungry shards that cut so close

tearing our flesh into angry red welts

Dangerously near radial arteries

Dangerously near revelation



Another fragmented day lost

like those scars you never mention

In this desperate rehashing of lives,

ground into the cracks of grungy floors

Not even we remember the number of times

and ways we?ve glued ourselves together again

We just march on across backward ashes

of every time before.



And at times I wonder why I bother

When I know these words, pooling beneath my tongue,

mean so little to you

and I wonder why they should



You deserve something more

than this glass poetry of mine

You deserve something more lasting-

than me



Riven?