Paradise is a free flying bird
with feathers to trim a hat
made especially for you

There is something about him
that I couldn’t take in
like the water swirling half-empty
in a wineglass,
my hold shaking as I made my way
to the dusty jaws
of our old paradise.
Love.
I close my eyes
and remember the moment I felt his cold fingers
slowly slipping away—
the wineglass shatters in the grass.

The water comes for
the prettier flowers.

I was never told
To behold

The tears
Carrying all my fears

To let them flow
For the glow

To pay the price
For snatching the prize

To let someone die
On the mere roll of the die

I was never told
To behold

The dance of the fairies
Amongst fires in the prairies

Of the sacrifice
For the fool’s paradise

I was never told
To behold

The danseuse death
In her fight with fate

The glory bequeath
With the fory dead

I was never told

To prepare myself
To fight herself

To wrench my prize
From someone her size

I was never told
To behold

People’s fate
In someone’s gait

To let the decision
Be forsaken of vision

I was never told
To behold

The dance of the dead
As if they had never bled

Their waking up again
Out of deign not disdain

I was never told
To behold

The history being rewritten
And the mysteries being smitten..

I want to **** myself
On a lonely night
When the pain is shared
By estranged lovers, and none is left for me

God only knows
I can only take so much sadness
Shattered glass is sharp
But the distance between us breaks my heart, first

In Walt Whitman's words
I'll never die of hopelessness
And my very flesh will make a poem
With an honest ending for my friends


I want you to hold my hands
So, I don't have to drown in pity
I shall cut a tuft of chartreuse grass
From the fields of the after life

As Orpheus did to his, to save his love
From the thin lines of hell
I want to **** myself
At midnight on a full moon, because you will be looking at the sky