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