Come in, come in, what can I get you? Would you try strawberry tea with a dash of whisky, excuse my behaviour I haven't been sleeping so well, I'm waiting you see! He told me he'd be back so soon, to sit by the window and count changes of the moon, to kiss him for each one when he steps in and to not tire myself from working like I do when I'm stressed - my love, forgive my appearance I should have been dressed, but I'm waiting you see! And I can't exert myself, he said to nurture my soft hands, my delicate fingers like they are our children and to touch him with them, and he'll touch my-
Oh yes, the tea!
Strawberries are so beautiful, hmm? Like roses in the sun and blood when it's fresh, when he cut me with that mesh around that house plant in the corner and called it a metaphor for our love, that night he'd told me he'd had enough and I cried and it woke him, it shook him, it spoke to him, it took him - he told me he's sorry and he'll be back don't I worry, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him and I did and I do and I-
Goodness I babble so much, you must stop me if I bore you! Oh, the night is still young, stay my dear, please my dear,
Alright, if you must
But will you be back soon?
I'll wait,
I

The spring breeze blew
The summer haze heated
The fall leaves left
The winter frost froze

The summer haze heated
Lost fish tried to swim
The winter frost froze
Weary travelers turned to dust

Lost fish tried to swim
Fog retreated into itself
Weary travelers turned to dust
Time stopped counting

The spring breeze blew
Fog retreated into itself
Time stopped counting
The fall leaves left

Glimmering specks so near yet far.
Eternal lights of oblique mortality.
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground.
Maintained grasp of reality.

Gone for a millennia,
not missed till now.
Longer time for the telegram
than a cosmic curtsy, intergalactic bow.

What once would guide to freedom,
has been freed of its slavery.
What always seemed to be,
is gone for eternity.

Never miss what was already gone,
until it’s gone forever.
A supernova realization of one’s mortality,
False Bravado to sever.

Compromise and decay are difficult things to digest. Striking like gravity on the spine, slow and sure. They are as inevitable as my need to avoid them. All the lust, passion, and greed I wish to swim in for an eternity dies with the same cancer that eats my body away. The maggots, flies, desperation, and despair, all attack me simultaneously and with an unstoppable desire to thrive on my remains.

They are relentless and I am not.

Make like a good boy and lie down, ready to decompose with acceptance and grace. I'll place a bag on my head for decency and my wallet on my chest for convenient identification. Perhaps some intelligent future civilization of the cockroach's descendants would like to know about my sad demise. I know the humans won't.

"Misguided", they will say. "Not enough Jesus in his soul to beat back the demons", will say the child ******* priests. Spit on by a hundred million naysayers, in between their ******* and repenting. Given billions of one star reviews because zero stars isn't an option. Oh , I miss the the maggots, the flies, the devastation, and the despair. They were my enemies, and now my only friends.

Fat and swollen like a pearl;
translucent, and engorged on
blood, you hung there in
my curtains until I pulled them
down. You hit with such force,
like a rock tumbling down a
black mountain, or a comet
falling out of a web of stars!
You looked like varicose veins
throbbing on the surface of an
egg loosely wrapped in molded
tissue paper, or cloth-hairs stuck
to a family heirloom. So I
left you there until you
collapsed in yourself like a
dying star, or the soft spot of
a newborn’s head frosted over
by gossamer silk that dug
its pale-white hands
in the wood-rot.

The
       Flower
                    Blooms
                                  Before
                                                It
                                                     Dies.
                                             *The
                                     Tear
                            Falls
                Before
           It
Dries.