I wished upon the
moon– and there we were finding
love beneath the sheets.
Red, red wine,
you were supposed to
rid every memory of
fallen love out of my
tired mind, but no
Fickle mind and tired heart;
I’ve been made a callous fool.
Nearer to my life’s depart,
Demons laughed and ridiculed.
Misanthrope…is this my fate?
Lady In Satin
rotates ‘round the phonograph
motions, leaving my
swollen tear ducts to moisten
Lust flew through his window
and placed itself inside of his de
To him she embodies a celestial an
that is incapable of becoming Sata
Flowers grow between her eyelashes
In the fragments of my kaleidoscop
Bubbling between the silence of fe
A leaf passes in the rose scented
Could that have been the moment?
Could that have been the ride?
As you crawled out through
the tiny space left of what
could not ever be,
The curvature of
your spine whispered to me a
Do you see my exterior and marvel
at its ability to capture the weak
If my skin is but a blanket to cov
you on your lonely nights of desir
then leave my presence.
Of life’s existence cannot
Prevent my wait for
Tell me you will find me.
Will you look to the ruler of all
(The pearly moon)
And ask her to point you the way?
Will you remember my face?