You down there in the depths
In the dark and lifeless ends,
Stop fantasizing over those non-existents,
Over those perpetual angles and starlit kisses.
Crawl out of the abyss, fingers ******, and
Embrace a human.
Leave those non-existents far behind your wake.

I can’t.
They’re all I have.

Meek and powerless
Human kind stops breeding,
Stops loving.

I come home smelling of someone elses sweat
Crawl into bed next to wife
Knives of guilt
Bleeding the bed.

Maybe I have done heroic things in past lives,
Defended outer galaxies from daemonic risings,
Villages under my protection,
Medicines made and distributed.

But for now I am forty
And I smell of someone else’s sweat
And I am next to my wife
In my bed
In my house

And it doesn’t feel all that heroic.

The angels are picking people up and leaving the horizon
out there in the distance
I see them

I suppose it’s supposed to be quite beautiful.
Perhaps poignant.

They could be dropping them in the sea
Or onto rocks
But we’ll assume it’s to heaven they go.

I really hope they do get there
I hope I get there

Because it’s been tiring
And lonely
It has been a long time since someone’s eyes have met mine
And even longer since winter began
There is happiness awakening in Berlin, Prague, New York,
Only it is a very static form
It takes short breaths before it is put down
And when it is its eyes swivel around in its hollow head
We all stroke it as it passes on

It is tiring. Too tiring.
There are no beds anymore
Not a feather

I scrunch up the membrane of my eyes and tell myself
Forget all the little loves
The summers that were so eternal
That autumn and winter became calm and just
Forget it all
All the people on buses and trains and pavements and in shops
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it

And now, here is my angel.

The opening and slamming of doors was a final symphony I was definitely happy with
Leave
And come.

“Marvin!”
Oh God Marvin please come here to hear my last words
Before I walk out in front of a bus.

Quiet, old man. You’re not talking sense.
You’re not going to walk out in front of a bus
Because there are no buses anymore.
You’re not going to die
Because I am death
And so are you.
Don’t be sad, old chap. It just happens.

“Maria!”
Save me from these nightmares
Tell me I’m dreaming
Tell me I’m dreaming

I’m weak
I’m weak
Oh Maria…

Hush, hush there dear.
I am near.
I am your moon and your sun,
You won’t go until your done,
So calm and sleep,
Relax hands and feet;
Look at my smile,
It smiles for you
Look at my eyes
You are but few

Who have seen them.