THE moon slid slowly from the light
to slumber in the crepuscular shroud

An illuminated universe lies
in the silver light’s glow

The mighty golden note slumbering
in a valley of undying silence

The distant crimson light’s whisper
Causing butterflies in its wake
The song of the moon played so sweet
as the golden sun faded behind

Now hear the bitter mocking warble
of the bitter hermit’s chant
and ghosts watch me leave you further behind

As the dirt drips down bedding your heavy box
the front of your funeral dress all shadowy lined
And droning iridescent crickets throb in time
within your beatless heart

Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White

Like a needle in the pinball machine
you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
If you’re the only one to hold me in your arms
Baby please don’t make me cry

Say it with me now

Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White

My Cherry Blossom Heart

:: 07.27.2022 ::

Someone said I wore your face only you could still like that when i closed my eyes  /the last song died and the yearning remains.\

Saying i love you much as the storm comes what color of your eyes cling to your face. i took us to the sea so you could look at me while within arms like a group of living and dead old ladies who wish to dance with me.

How he made a grave  within the street upon the road to nowhere this body, this corpse a mirror of my beauty of loveliness in the world — how you look inside the mirror more beautiful than ever.

Inside this golden unwashed grave the very teeth inside your mouth could not know how to lie.  Hover inside galley nights of sliding seasons of an immense yawn grabbing aspirating  horror.

Then we walked across the ‘again’ and every little pebble stumbled, every little thought.  Every little secret upon your lips and a drop of tears living life as there’s a God watching how we fumble along the way.

Like a hole.
Inside hell.

:: 03.20.2022 ::