Empire Of The Senseless

I squeeze my arms around my arms as tight as I can, ‘I love you. I love you. I love you.’             ‘I can’t fix this!’ I weep.             ‘Shhh. Baby, listen. I love you. I love you. I love you.’             I fall asleep in this shit that I woke up thinking I couldn’t sleep another night it. All last night I walked. I walked to the edge of the ocean, past the rose bush with your name on it, through the pews of the catholic cathedral by the bay, to the bench, through the hills that split Florida, into the canyon by your grave, up Dove St. Up up up, babyboy look up. Every star in sky burns for your next step. There’s nothing to fix and no one to save. Thank your lucky sun hands that they lived to press against her fire for just a moment. Let them burn. Let the blue veins pop in your fragile pale wrists and shoot up to your beating heart. Remember. Sing. Breathe a rhythm so powerful that the beat never stops. Ba de da da, boom! Smack dab into a dream fueled by every tree you touched today. You can roll arou