then soon
you will be gone
too
and leave me here

old swan song

as you must
and i must
do to each other
always i will be
alone apart from these
good people that come
puzzling at my door
to find that i am not
i am a hinge of negativity
the doors of hell
ride on they ride on me
as you have and others
to find sensitivty
in a rabbit's cloak with watch
in his pocket. hm.

there are other
make-believers just as well
they've come before
you have come to my door
pensive in morning dust
or evening wake
cold cauldron of carrots
floating in broth
empty of sacrifice
and i rife with longing
answer, come-hither you
as though you weren't looking
as though you weren't something
unreal and sheathed
in the body of a man.

now and then
when we find ourselves in
the prelude of this
or that and are honeyed
dripping honey
at each other do you think
that is when the moon best
befits me? no? not then
then we will wander farther
from all those golden combs
innocent mazes and fly traps besides
away from the safety of nets
of those wandering dews that make the morning
an event rather than an albatross
that haunts us dirty souls

farther now and still farther
i am once again the solitary muse
lost you to consequences
of goodness and holy right
how could you crucify yourself
and leave me here standing
amongst all the things that make
copper pennies turn tine
and set wooden nickels aflame?
cold stone of religion you
a marble dagger to goals
i've long been wanting
i will close before you and never
let you in to suffer the fire
of all of the eternity of stars
you deny me the stars.