after.

sometimes
when the sky bleeds out into purple
city spinning all around
those few stars so close
watching you carried along
by a sweet night’s wind
so softly you just taste
it licking your purple lips
reaching out breathing in the homebound
heavens

whispering something like words
she once said smiling
i pretend to forget

her perfume.

still every once in a while
i’ll walk by someone wearing
that same perfume you used to

i pray ms. wind never carry
me too far away
tho i know she will
she’s the last of my mistresses
she likes it that way
and i do too

yes i’m sentimental
i was born this way
maybe my Mother held
me too long when i cried
telling me: it’s okay
we’re all going to die
so do well, son,
do well when
your time arrives

all.*

you gave me diamonds
so suddenly, all i saw
the pressure from which we
formed, felt you all

we’ll all turn to dust
all i want is to feel you all