Looking Out / Going Back

Going back
is a fool's
paradise
Its untruth
is its
Per fec tion
The delicate bead
of your kiss
a tongue enunciating
what the present
can be
makes it all
So clear,
Worth while
Good night
but not
Good bye
to us maybe
but you and I
still stand strong
think clearly
have twisting desires
Guns in our
Backs
for some
tattered and tear-stained
piece of truth
We
cannot be
Con tained
within the
realm of
Re col lec tion
Let us bleed out
into the frightening cold
of our stark
Day
Light
Dreams
Jesus, I own thoughts
that align me
with you!
You are a
confusing cup of
cigarette tea
and we are working
to let our meat
be malleable
our minds
supple
and our tongues
agile
in the warm embrace
of the other's
Mouth
Heart
Eyes
Another universe
of dangerous
Pos si bi li ties
To hell with
Duality!
The past is Simplicity!
Fuck what is wrong
know what is
Right
and see
the probability
of Tonight