Smoke and Mirrors.Possibilities and eyelidssketching shapesof love or something similarEffortless and seamlessshapesof something similar while pseudo lighting glistens on the rain outside. trapped in cages of lust dust and and hope smoke and and wearing bruises and screaming"I hope I die on this, this dayof love,release me, the Saintthey called Valentine."Charcoal streaks and trickling down rivetsin faces and the lonelyhearts tonight will be worse.Ugly beauty queens will dinewith a wolfand the fiends tonight. gently sketching music notes and whispers.
To Go FarWoman, you said you wouldn'tleave the world behind. All the pieces,you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuringand drawing routes, bus trips back to whereyou think things start. This suitcaseon the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.Woman, you said you'd got a ticket outand a ticket out for me, that we'd both beover the moon by now. But you live limpidin the city lights and I live the same nightsand between us, we can't weave enough of a day.There is no fading, love, and no saving.This white-on-white hospital lightyou've brought outside with youis all of your strength. You show up againstgrey skies, you ghost in lamplight,you love your children unborn. They aredreams, as you're a dream, as is the handwarming your palm. There is no hand, woman,warming your palm, you've left it behind, namedfor a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.There is just us alone. Why remove usfrom the road? Why remove us to jasmineand this melancholy star? Woman,