hope is a drug i used to take.
now the miracles I pantomime
are half asleep, and tomorrow
is a dog i can’t keep.
but i can keep the howl.
i can keep some impossible things
but alas, the freakish memories
will be suspect… and all the arrows of Time
will cleave the apple of my
distracted mind,

i was defective immediately.
born among the throng of imps
in the Imperium of Last Things.
i was made from a husk of “ Almost There”
and i bench press Oblivion
by the ton.

you’re like a little bird with hurricane teeth.
your song is all wrong but your wings;
now they simply defy the gravity
of your stone heart.
i lived beneath you enough to know
you had devoured the sky
i met you in.

now we’re nowhere.
and i bet
not even
then.

Take a chance on me
I'll show you respect
and love,
the beauty
of the azure skies,
you're still worth
figthing for,
hold my hands
and we'll turn
sad memories
into butterflies.

Take a risk on me
I'll be the remedy
to your pain,
the silence
of a moonlit evening,
you're still worth
the wait,
for all changes
are in chaos
and now he's gone,
you'll realize
you've chosen
the wrong one.

as if the flowers were all asleep and knitting mud ***** _
and perfect spheres. the universe cajoled the Ambassador to Sorrow -
to come forth with a horse's wing and a heavy breath...
a true lover that is sworn to sunshine
and a unicorn eating the meat of a diamond.
all this must be. or the world;-
flounder on a picket fence -
of a lost mind...
and a long stretch of reach
in a stunted growth of
RealLife.

the rain wept because the cosmos was full of Lies
with a capital ' L '.
deflated by default, but willing to take One
for The Team of wild horses; that carried the thunder-
to your precious Dawn; in the first place.
to outwit the Heresies
of a misadventure
with an Ode
To Choice!

of course, the plane eats
a mountainside
just sitting on
the cat.

and you're gonna
look at me

as I walk through
You.

where the road departs from your destination
you find The Wilderness Of Things…
we blunder into culdesacs and -
sacrosanct steeples; twisting balloons at the Fair
to resemble implosions in slow motion.
for a quid.

you’ll find books out there that keep dark secrets poorly
and adventures that baffle your brain pan.
and every twilight fissure in the world heart.
they rest on stoic end tables with noble dust
and green lanterns bowing to shadows.
You’ll find Others-
pilfering Silver
to buy golden calves
and cherry blossoms
for no reason.

for no reason
at all.