there's this purple
gala at the end of time...
which never seems
to begin.
the moon goes thru
all her phases in the
blink of an eye.
which makes the floor
feel like it's ebbing and
flowing.
attendees break out into
soul-stirring croons about
shedding lifetimes of
loved ones.
water goes to wine, wine
goes to water...and desire
is a food continually served.
though one night my nerve
stuck to me, and rattled.
i began overturning and smashing
everything in sight.
everyone smiled...and the damage
was cleaned.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
there's this purple
gala at the end of time...
which never seems
to begin.
the moon goes thru
all her phases in the
blink of an eye.
which makes the floor
feel like it's ebbing and
flowing.
attendees break out into
soul-stirring croons about
shedding lifetimes of
loved ones.
water goes to wine, wine
goes to water...and desire
is a food continually served.
though one night my nerve
stuck to me, and rattled.
i began overturning and smashing
everything in sight.
everyone smiled...and the damage
was cleaned.
