and it is rich.
there have been loves lasted
and loves lost.
but, in the end
all there ever
is and was and will be is
myself.
i was dreaming of the past
and it had been so long
since i had seen you
smile.
the words,
they are here.
they are
swelling.
they are
pulsing.
they are
beating themselves
out of
me.
missiles of molten
stories,
layered like cakes
of lamb light sugar
swept up
and down again.
there is
always
a future.
even after i have
felt
my last lives
smoke their ways
out of my open nostrils.
devils come to
take the
little girl
away!
i have
seen
the afterlife.
i'm telling you,
i
saw
it.
and my days to follow were never so gloomy.
and OH,
you should see the smile on my face.
+ + + + + +
i am listening to:
St Apollonia - Beirut
Jealous Guy - Stevie Wonder
Rabid Bits Of Time - Chad VanGaalen
