Handing me my coffee
dark as sin
and twice as sweet
his eyes shimmer
with dreams of his face
silver and colossal
his name in marquee lights
like gold glittering
I have walked through
his open air living room
this once and future star
cratered
broke and broken
needles, shattered glass
like silver also glitters
These fools never know how
the true land lies
not here
but always on the horizon
so follow me
into the sunset we go
let’s catch those rays
and see where they rise
on the ridges of the ocean
the sun like gold glitters
in that promised land
one last adventure
before our ever after
with pitter patters
and messy hands
this I promise you
one last beer, my darling
with our new friends
the next round is on me!
Here’s to the places we will go
the things we will see
and the love between you and me!
the fire we gather round
sparks and crackles
embers glittering
though you followed me
across an ocean
so did a pestilence
now, hell is other people
worry not, my love
we will pass the time
twixt the sheets
and in the afterglow
we’ll cast our eyes starward
and trade names
for the future
I have always been partial
to Aurora
a celestial name
like a crown that glitters
atop that promised land
our world has grown small
the drama of my garden
occupies most of my thoughts these days
but love,
I see the lines of your face
turning to sadness
the flickering flashes of screens
illuminate your face
pale
colorless
no longer sparkling
I can fix this
I will fix this
I will put together
these broken illusions
with the glue of optimism
“Listen,
We can’t stop living altogether
we’ve spent years
surviving
on the crumbs of existence
If I’m going to die
I will live first
to see Kyoto
in her autumnal glory
shining like a vision glowing
inspiring
filling me with
wretched beauty
in that promised land”
kimono clad
through countless red gates we passed
hardly a soul to be seen
we ascended
perched atop a statue
a messenger of the gods
a raven regards me
overly familiar
with dark eyes glistening
he haunts me still
wherever I walk
he is there
waiting
staring through the window glass
pain shoots through me
up my leg and into my back
crackling like thunder
striking like lightning
I push up the corners of my mouth
I am losing a war of attrition
fighting in the trenches
of my own body
somebody told me
be careful who you love
for they will share the foxhole with you
and you told me
“you know,
foxholes are pretty comfortable”
though I am not alone
I can no longer soldier on
after months
stretching in to eons
I have news
not one, but two
giant tumors
but for my dream
for our dream
the banner of light across the sky
my crown in heaven
I would endure anything
including countless jabs
to the stomach
needles shining like daggers
everytime
bracing my fears
but it wasn’t enough
And so under the watchful eye
of the Mother of Mercy
I tossed my promises
and my coins like gold glittering
with a prayer
“Take your pounds of flesh
and in taking my life giving
give me life”
because everything has become beige
emergency lights only
my ghost no longer recognises
the flesh monster in the mirror
so the covenant is made
and the hardest part of this
is explaining it to you
because I love you
because when I was young
and I fell
someone told me
it doesnt hurt
and I believed them
it’s a gravity check
and it’s working
when I open my eyes
I see you by my bedside
don’t worry
it doesn’t hurt
I can see you don’t believe me
It’s a gravity check
crowned by burnt feathers and melted wax
I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing
the visiting hours have long passed
with the unnatural flourence
the mewling of the patients
I cannot sleep
not without the white noise
of your weird breathing
my eyes are cast starward
the black void of dippling transforms
a face emerges
now with weapons at the ready
crochet hooks and sewing needles
the one whose name
I am honored to bear
with the same burdens
I hated that you called me cute
dresses have always felt like a costume
and when I inevitable tore mine
you offered to teach me how
to stitch it back together
I never had the patience
If I had learned
would I know
how to stitch myself back together?
Is the healing in every loop?
This darkness is stifling
but dawn is breaking
and there!
something in the window glitters
gravity threatens
I shuffle
closer and closer
there! there!
the promised land
the morning sun
its rays on the snowy mountain
its always on the horizon
aflame and glittering
like gold
that promised land