The post-man walks dutifully
from door to door
knocking first at
the worn front doors
      white paint peeling

Since no one is home
[no one is ever home]
he drops a note through
the mail slot, handwritten
   in sloppy cursive, it reads

            "I know the message came
             late and you've flown away,
             but if ever you think to come
             back to your old life,
                                           think again"

He does this at each and every
door on this side of the block

and when he reaches the end
      he crosses the street and
                                       does it
                                           again

Took a short walk
       after nightfall
while the pavement was still
warm to the touch

The moon was calling my name
and so I walked until
I could see her face
             Radiant among
                          the stars

      She wore a dress the
color of muted sunshine
      in place of her usual
                              silver
and
       when
                  I
                     saw her there
                     smiling down
                     on             me
                     so  full  of the
                     joys            of
                     eternal youth
                     and   twilight
                             journeys,

      I sailed up to the stars
      and became  the  sun
      waiting ,   with     my
      eyes         on          her

The people below watch us
dance
and catch rides on shooting
        stars to be closer to our
              disco ball reception
              
              The stars in the night sky,
                                  our honeymoon

I live in the arms
      of a goddess

My nose pressed into
      an ancient book

I find her here
and try to become her lover

      I try to become the only
      god worthy of loving
      the living image of this
      goddess

All seems like a dream
when I find myself near her
      flowing river hair and her
      golden skin that kings
      would **** for

Her voice rings through the
ether, telling me the ephemeral
       truth of the matter

It's all one big
                       sweet nothing

And I'm fine with nothing
       as long as I can spend
       this no-thing and no-time
       bewildered in her presence

I find her here
       in the twilight
       between worlds

At sunset    
                    and
                                 galaxy rise

I sit

      in a dead garden



Withered gray stalks

      break under the weight

      of life and death



A corpse, technically more complete

as it has already arrived

      at its destination



Smoke rises

from this lifeless

      place, it suffers no

      illusion, it has seen life

     and now it sees beyond



Dead ants in a dead anthill

     used to be so active

              now they rest where

              they are, now they turn

                                to dust



The butterfly dies too

but who would really want

              to remain a caterpillar?

There are so many ghosts
      packed into this single moment

We've built this empire
      over the broken bones
         of yesterday's leaders

Our old labor force
      rests under our fort

And they all want to come up
      to the top and
         roam these city streets

They want to see
      through your eyes

Taste with your tongue

And
       Feel with your skin

They want your life

           Realize,
                        You're dead inside

In the sense that
a whole universe of stars
       plants,      animals     and     lovers
          had to die to get you
          where you are

Do you remember
        how badly you wanted this life
            when you were on the other side?

And what is it to you now,
        just a new way to waste some time?

           Realize,
                        You're dead inside

The road to the present has been paved in endless romances and heartbreaks

This idea of love has kept all of the actors motivated throughout

Though it rarely shows its true face to those involved

The face keeps changing but one thing is certain:

They can't keep their eyes off each other

Their motives have made sense to them long enough, at least

To bring new life into the world

Yes, it does seem to be an **** from afar-

Countless lovers intertwined

Paired together in fleeting moments of ecstasy

The weight of all creation is on their shoulders

But they don't feel it

Because all is as it should be

In all of these romances, heartbreaks

and orgiastic expressions

Is a fragment of the whole of this

Endless love affair.