Elizabeth Jordan Heinbuch

Slow silence pours
Through lighted keyholes
Carved into closed locked doors
we press our empty eardrums
...

Death-
Death she died today
At least that's what i heard them say
Cripled comatose choking
...

And he said
maybe he loved her still
that once he had
and perhaps he always will.
...

You can try
to Fortify
you Fortress
and yes,
...

They may say:
'Hey-
Tommorrow is another day'
But dear,
...

I fell asleep with your lovely name on my lonely lips. A sweet soft whispering into my folded fingertips. I could dream nothing better than this- holding you somewhere deep within the darkness.

All we were was a lie, where we stifled and strangled all of our batting butterflies. We were a flirting fanciful infatuation, dancing in our own immaculate imaginations. We were an ideal too good to be real, something we just never let ourselves feel. Still bathing in your beautiful brown eyes, recalling all of the secret ties- all of the time. I still remember everything; every resounding resemblance of all you've ever said to me.
...

I am the sleepy setting sun, shining down on everyone. Still bright and bloody, bending behind the hills horizon, retiring readily low below mt.Zion. So exhausted of fulfilling, unwilling, this monotonous existence; expected to edify without any resistence. Rising and falling... Rising and falling... Just waiting to expire. In an explosion- a spontaneous explosion of fire.

I feel like the waves- the same. The never-ending undulation of the ocean tides, which only fade but never die. Collecting corruption and devouring debris in the ocean, the wide-open mouth of the sea... of me... Reflected on the surface, shining and sleek, is only a large lonely oil leak. I too feel i am buried beneath and no one can see me.
...

So, wet met-
unexpectantly
in the very last place
either of us would ever
...

I watch her
Cram herself against the front board
In stiff strangled movements
A chalk-covered cadaver
...

It was there-
In the darkness- unaware
I pictured it:
A little girl in a story book
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A soft summer security
hung in the hands of the leaves
loosely living in the trees
where in that shaded covering
...

It was through folded notes we spoke
Through long letters we wrote
we got close.
I thought i really got to know
...

Resting in a bed of red rose romance. Swallowed whole by a silent symphony of a smothered starlet slow dance, engulfed by an eyeless dusk; the soft smell of muslin and musk. Warmth wrapping around us like a woman's womb. Caught in contractions ready to be birthed soon. Held in the heavy arms of humidity, the darkness, damp and quite comforting. Beneath the bedsheets: this is you and me.

Pressed against the dampened flesh of a stranger scarcely met, the surface of her somatic shell shaking and soaking wet; so salty... so salty... like the sea. Burried into her breast with ear to rest upon undulating chest- there- a heart beating slow rhythms somewhere in the dark. Soaking in the sickly sweet scent of sprouting summer innocence which sinks so deep into your silken skin... I breathe you in.
...

Early autumn arrived
with fresh frost and grey skies
the arid air,
absent and dry.
...

I've replaced all of my words with my drawings
Since all of those short severed scrawlings
Of seemingly senselessness
And even deeper depress
...

She stands with her back to the wind
and her shivering silken skin
a placid pale porcelain.
Her heavy hair in hues
...

There is a place i see in my dreams
and i only dream to see this scene
to immerse myself in uncertainty
and the calm clarity
...

Here we are: You and I. Just a newer promise of the same old lie. Sleeping in our awkward silence over retired rumors of God and science. So it's just another far-off glance filled with soft-eyed forgotten boyhood romance, staring down one cliche command w/ one misplaced knobby hand. W/ pink lips of quivering peirced passion you're pouring out velvet verses in true gentleman fashion. You're spilling out cute compliments but i've heard my fair share of them - Oh, I've heard ENOUGH of them. And as i'm laying listening know: no, i don't believe anything you're whispering b/c we're just repeating everything we thought we used to mean but it doesn't mean anything- at least not to me. I'm glancing over all there is to offer and i have to say whatever i saw before was better (but i can't say it's completely charmless- we are both here after all) and whatever desperate plea made this sound good to me- well, it's gotten me this far.

So here we are: back where we started just like so many other times before. We've been so many people w/ so many faces but i guess we'll never forget those semi defined places we've set as our safety from the start. Coming back where we left off so many times after lift-off they said it was over but we said 'Nothing is over until it's over.' But whay bother? this death was a lullaby but we never quite fell asleep; just another reoccurence in this half-concious dream. We're laying on secrets we never let die- they're so idealistic but we know they're all lies. So we keep stifling our voices w/ rotten remembered old kisses just to avoid disagreements in the mass as i'm saying to myself: we should've kept this in the past.
...

Crying over your glass
You glance up and you ask:
If I were to die today
by something i couldnt escape
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'All aboard' cried the conductor
Not knowing the danger-
of what lay ahead or behind;
lost in the crowd of nothing and no one
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