Home Is Where You Hang

sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radios 7a.m.
sun reveals a failed
cherubim dangling from the rafters like a sentimental ghost
floating midway between the curse of the sky and you
this noose carries what atrophied wings can't
don't you want me disenchanted
a deader shade of sorry buried from the neck up in a slipknot
dragging my feet through the dead air
suspended a fallen chair length from the ground when you found me
when they finally found me
this halo fit my throat
I am your contorted angel
writhing at a loss for wings
swelled tongues tell of brighter eyes
a severed spine of better days
like the deafened clicks of a blue lipped off the beat pendulum
I just wanted to be something more than enough of my God
I don't think I'm breathing
Jesus Christ when did I stop breathing
oh my God I can't hear myself breathing
this is all I know of flying
my eyes set on you like stains
in memory of romance