street urchin flames

soft like sunflowers before now
hushed, thick lips pout wet
for a lover's touch
i before, like no man hurried
sprung into an active affection
by that call,
-left this heart of darkness
at her feet.

as sailors gave
to drag the bottom
i give now
as sailors knew
to return home then
i yet know not.
still i give the smallest of
my soul
the bucket to that ocean pour
away my weathered sleeves now...
-called away i left the theatre
and none of them are home with me
none of us sleep well now.

i said before, may my bloodied back
painted like
street urchin flames,
give answers if you seek to know
tells stories
if you wish to dig
the cities up of -no
wait, it's like
the pictures that are flashes,
the psychic and the mis-fired pulses
the images i know and love and
the ones that tie my mind up,
they're scratched into me like
ink on skin,
like cities on the rivers of whip scars
tiny places filled with many hours
of dreams.

i play host as i live inside,
i create them all between first light
and sunrise,
tiny places filled with many hours of dreams.