for chris tonelli
 
vintage black glamour
fire scene
time is a cruelty
is indigo
gazing to the east
still numb
while waiting
for our connection
you must use me
like an arrow
in these age-old
legacy games
a diamond
on the river
tearing away
is breaking
our darkness
reflected
back at us
takes some
guts
to pull the knife
you’ve got
all the secrets
jesus be a feather
shuttered
city chapel
we need coffins
for dreaming
i need
to know more
about the ideology
about forbidden
representations
reworking
our mythology
metallic
waves of
nothing arrived
recovery
like history
is just history
and we carried
forward
all the waters past
drinking
more than usual
employing
trademark
sarcasm
i like that you have
some optimism
the only optimism
i carry
is in the idea
that this is just
the rocky part
speaking up
in a silent
kind of fury
we used to love
our academics
have thought
provoking
commentary
i just feel
this incredible weight
just wish
our conversations
would change
something
anything
which is to say
i think you’re right
about glacial things
so i’ll start over
cut my hair
like all my dreams
death throes
in a man’s man’s world
can take
a hold of you
shake you
and declare
the house clean
 
*don’t you worry ’bout a thing