I have always been ash
ash was in my mouth when I first cleared my lungs
coming from the inside out
unwrinkling doubt
I have always been ash
ash was in my hair tinging it with streaks of despair
shouting from roof tops
some of us are better off unborn
I have always been ash
ash was my bed fellow when light was dimmed
we lay side by side, reluctant sardines
licking the brine from our dessication
I have always been ash
ash was my first lover who turned the oiled key 
a world of hurt in carnival ride
the painted horses, so noble, so fine
I have always been ash
ash is my name, fingerprint, DNA
ash is my best friend, last sex, the one who will
nail Beachwood coffin shut, throw the earth
on top, along with ash it mixes and turns
white like skeletons
dance
between
the
plots