...and the next thing I remembered, I was bulldogging my way on over to the cooler full of beer where I saw some damnfool sitting on it like it was his own personal lawn chair and when I used my one arm to push him over, I watched him topple onto people and I screamed in his face “BEAT IT GEEK! “ and everything went quiet, he didn’t even get up to fight me, just started laughing and more and laughter came ringing into our ears but all things considered, you have to be on the alert when guarding the gates to heaven because you never know when some beer-mongering archangel will come and strike you down.
god doesn’t play, the devil doesn’t play and recess was my least favorite subject because when it comes to beer... I don’t play.
and as for the rest of the night I swallowed moths whole and drank beer until I puked until I woke up on a **** soaked couch and had the greatest moth-eaten, beer-drunken hangover in all its morning glory a small victory perhaps but it was mine to keep and that was a long time ago when I thought I was somebody but there’s still a long way to go before I actually accomplish that.
we leave the crumbs of our breakfast on the windowsill, where we can watch the ants arrive, and carry them away, to their hills at the base of the maple trees. they can't talk to us, but we can sense their tiny gratitudes. skin against skin, and tongues against tongues, the glow from our faces is just enough for the moths to recognize, for them to want to dance around our heads. they bask in the light of our love, and we know they feel it too. i live to see you smile, the kind of smile that shines so brightly, like the way a leaf beetle's shell does, when the sun decides to hit it in a way that's exactly right. they don't notice their iridescence, or how perfect they are.
Let me caress your every sinew I do not care if you've been used for many men know the temple of God but few on holy ground have trod her birthplace that is creation yet they treat you with predation a child that sleeps within your **** soon your bed will be their tomb the years of men will surely pass upon your head I count the grass they outnumber thee ten fold to one and yet their bud is still but young our age is like a moth at night that travels towards the sacred light and is extinguished by the flame Will you remember my name? your favoured son Will you forgive the things I've done? or another knot in the tree become
What if the moths that crash against the dark window pane; wings pattering urgently pushing trying to break through the glass, are the dead souls in the tunnel flying towards the light of the supposed paradise but they can’t get through.
Then they fly about outside like dusty ghosts of the night.
Strange late night imaginings I had about the moths at the window.
I watched crimson dance on top of sapphires Surrounded by moths I begged forgiveness within their bars Sent out a prayer for a savior In return I received a mocking smile As they took you away from me In your death I was birthed I bargained the flames of the raven To burn the moths I watched sapphires dance on top of crimson
I’m not who I claim to be Few can see the chains I drag about Still, they follow my lead I’m wired into a new era of empowerment Where I play the queen accordingly Taking back control of the world Reaching for what I want That which rightfully belongs to me
I don’t know how to fix the mess they made I can’t reset the past I can only move forward along a twisted path Abandoning all the answers To watch them choke on the feathers they wanted desperately One day you will understand And maybe you will accept my apology But I won’t rest till I get back what they took I’m searching for that which rightfully belongs to me
i am perhaps too late light bulbs have synced and have now exploded across the city darkness is instant but there’s light in your body i follow you like a moth because i know you and detect you as my nocturnal guide and when you no longer blink i think i might die