you were crying at my window at dawn & your hair was only adding to the flood i hadn't gotten out of bed remembering how our souls danced undressed in lovely weather on the fringes of a fair you looked like a red bird in the morning sun i just lay there, stolen by your shining face
i've been a barbarian most of my life stop me if you've heard this one before my blind approach to the steep paths of the labyrinth plunging hard & immediately untraceable i am a rude ghost ******* to your friends feigning imagined mystery like the stage door of a circus tent that day was beautiful and the sky clear carrying mute birds with paper messages but the rain is on it's way
but sometimes, most nights i am a lamb upon your altar when i recall how i asked you where you want to be buried i said i would search for it with a hand grenade & you asked me the name of the town where i was born
& if i am an animal i am one of the few that is self-destructive i will bring the empire thundering down i have chewed through my beautiful muscle to get out of that southern state & into your door with my face against the wet gold leaves & my nose burned black from the snow & wind