in the garden of sun
she held me by
her golden rays
she guarded the entrance
with poison tipped
at my heart
he bore a present
of withered roses
but still she took it
despite the cracks
the wall still protected
her hidden love
he peeks through
and sees the mysteries
behind the wall
on her doorstep—
remains of the blood
he sacrificed
she leaned into the wind
hearing a voice
that wouldn’t go away
the wind carried her
to a salvation
she didn’t seek
she cried
into the sea,
gasping for air
in the wind
her dress hugged tight
but no one saw
the wind
outlined the golden
geometry of her form
weeds grew
to seize the life
from city walls
black hole
in the hopes of a people
without a leader
their hands
tangled like weeds
without the comfort of land
she spreads her desire
unable to latch
to his slick heart
he entered
her doorway
like a key
that wouldn’t fit
too many stairs
before the hallway
that leads to heaven
everywhere she looked
there were more eyes
staring back at her
he walked
the hallway
like a plank
on a death ship
the roof
contained the strings
that moved him on
like a puppet
he saw the end
of the tunnel
but it was all black
missing a leg
he greeted the visitor
with a bizarre smile
he wore breeches
two hundred years
too late
the red of her desire
spurred him
like a bull’s horns
never could
after he entered
the land
he heard a piano tune
but couldn’t
find its source
she prayed
to wipe away
the disease
with her apron
looking at
the baked result
she folded her hands
in somber
satisfaction
just a little more
and her prayers
would no longer
be needed
the man slumped,
knowing that a pretty suit
was not enough
darkness entered him
just as he stepped out
the revolving door
suit threadbare,
he returned
from his last sale
fire ate through
the oxygen
until it entered
his hopeless lungs
the Hindenburg
blew a hole
through his imagination
stripped of its coat
the boat had
nowhere to sail
in wreckage
the survivors
search in vain
for the remains
of gold
though the wind blew
the boat drifted
without sails
the skeleton
of the ship
inspired
his long walk
he carried a shovel
to bury the ones
who didn’t survive
the car
flew through the air
not reaching
its rocky destination
below
as he fell
he dreamed the car
was tethered to land
in a scene
that would be repeated
another car
drove over
just behind
he drove
into the sky
hoping to be free
he limped
from the wreckage
dragging his shadow behind
in the rock
he saw a smile
at his misfortune
he climbed the rocks
to pray
to the priestess
far away
the sun
had already set
leaving him to drift
in a shadow world
the land of nightmares
so close
he could feel it
so far
he could never return
a wall decorated
with the skeletons
of those who tried before
the spirit smiled
at the dead land
and the things he’d done
he wanted to return
but there was no way back
from where he’d gone
she wanted to join him
but his spirit
blew her away
the piano
played a tune of justice
but he could not find
the pianist
in the fading light
the sun melted into
his wandering spirit
what were
the symbols above?
she could not decode
her face
was full of light
but still
the darkness in her eyes
from the cracks
dripped the blood
of life
she gave away
the wall
contained a black hole
portal
to a world of shifting dreams
the ancient etching
contained the lines
of never-ending lust
rose petals
littered the floor
long after the party
had ended
Year:
2013
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