right now, i am a glockenspiel
drunken tin can symphonies
bells on broken pavements,
cracks where lullabies sink beneath the waves

right now, i am a myth
the bringer of the end, whereby
i flood the minds of a writer
who describes the way i love her to the death

right now, i am the full blood moon
aligned to fit your path, alone but
cross’d the broken heart and
hope to die, among the living spoken still

there is light, you know.
yet i remove it, force a halo -
rip the life-lines clean
from veins of liquid gold