lift off

they say it small

almost a whisper

to carve you into

a beautiful statue after an earthquake

that can finally see the day light

but instead notices the rubble around

that is shaped like

its left foot

you are nothing

*

face bent towards the honeycomb sky

dripping being into her

while she suckles a cigarette

like a rocketship in reverse

that burrows into the spots that were left empty

without life

and have yet to be discovered

smoke signaling to all that civilization

has progressed so wonderfully where

death is a convenient option

packaged neatly

though her skirt is ruinous

after my fingering

and her fire has snuffed out

in the room against the daylight

that dies too

*

i have promised you poetry

but i lie prosecuted

with it writ along your veins

showing you that endings

can be beautiful

as i trail your finger stops to my face

and say silence in a language you don’t

understand but whose effect is the same

when your nails leave my smile

that was only ever muscle and blood

muscle and blood