I cannot love you when the smiling
moon mocks loudly. Pierced, repeated,
yet perfectly spoken. Of your heartless
beats, with your medicine mouth,
double-dealing shivers down my spine,
So reminding

Of the weeping sounds, the piteous
eyes. Creeping 'round the insides of
my memory. The same clouded eyes,
begging for such a quietus. A portal to
your wondrous land. The land
you wait for, your diamond.

The pain on your chest kicked hard,
hurting my insides. I was your portal,
your remedy. It was my duty to feel
every hit. Now I have failed to, and
I see you when I sleep.
Fierce, clear, and flawless.

So I want neither of these piercing eyes.
You will not have but one finger.
Listening to your power trips. Memorizing
each thread of your own body. Not
knowing that the perfection is awful.
I will watch you on my side of the mirror,
you will unravel alone.

I want to be where I'll sing soft lullabies.
Light flashes, smiles, wild 'n soft sheets.
The sunshine will hum with the trees,
as the leaves fall fast and crashing.
I want to lie with all the pleasures in this land,
My mind will not weep for yours.

I find triumph waking ahead of the sun. When the sky is white and cold. I like to sit by the water, watching the ripples hug my feet, wishing I had a book to fit my ambience. An oasis of serenity to lead way from my silly head. I sit there with my eyes closed and feel the wind, sometimes it speaks to me. Sometimes it cries. Hours pass and l unlatch the glass door, my borrowed pajamas drag on tiptoe, against the bitter and gridded floors. The room looks like a studio now, I sleep under a pull light.