It is too late -
The thick stench of sin has set root in my marrow
And my bones have begun to rot.

I can feel myself breathing blood,
So I crane my neck until I hear a bone snap.

I try and try to run to the toothless moon
Spilling screams and red satin,
But the long hallway leads nowhere.

A wolf at heart,
I rip the tainted skin from my fingertips
And breathe life through the wound.

I wish I could see God
Falling from his mighty perch

Just as I see the devil
In the stained marble of my bathroom sink.

How can I then return in happy plight? 
I can’t sleep
when I do 
my subconscious torments me so 
or worse 
it plays cruel tricks on me 
by dreaming of a kinder world 
one with 
you
in it 
I want to sink into a slumber 
because I want the night to end 
But I want to stay awake 
because I don’t want tomorrow to come 
I can’t do this again 
I just want the noises in my head to stop 
but the silence is violent 
I look at my reflection 
and all I see is 
you 
The sun 
and 
the moon 
once at opposition 
shake hands to torture me 
and I remain a knave to them both 
I wander around the other side in my nightmares 
and follow the echoes of your voice 
crippled by the memory of your touch 
I would toil the galaxy to find you 
but the earth pulls me down 
back to this bed that feels like a prison 
So I lay here 
stabbing swords into the night 
cowering from the morning 
The sun 
draws my sorrows longer 
The moon 
makes grief’s strength stronger 
I can’t live without 
you 

- XXVIII

My lover's eyes glow as the morning sun-
That peaks its head above the evergreens
And yet shine on as daylight comes undone
And still, persist within my nightly dreams.

My lover's hands are delicate as snow-
That twirls onto the fields without a sound
And every bit as graceful are her toes
That bear her lovely shape across the ground

My lover's lips are red as hungry fire
That dance across my skin with every kiss
And warm my chest with unrestrained desire
That leaves me in a breathless state of bliss

But when she speaks, her lips no longer pursed
All that her beauty’s done is soon reversed.

ACT VI

EXEUNT  Hafez the Turk with Borbognoni.
Eratocles to Lesbia as he faces the other occupants:

    'Mad passengers on Life's untimely main
With boarding pass, who signal to the plane,
Such sad and paltry virtue as you're due
Would yet an airport's tower misconstrue;
That pilots and their air-controllers may
In congress, or in *******, delay
(Desirous yet of wings they fain possess)
To mount the air—with each bright stewardess
Their forms and then their maidenhood address . . .  

     Out, Out.  Such trash ennobles none but thee;

    'For craft shall ever land as birds must fly—
Checked luggage fill the hold when drinks are served;
And whether prey or falcon take to sky,
The crew must make our passage well-deserved;
Though lightning rend the night all 'round th'plane
And flame, as to a spleen, thy fevered brain.
Perchance you hope the pilot to dissuade,
Whose path through trackless wastes your flight directs.
Your shamming virtue tarnishes your blade
And though your flight be cut, it fain connects
That shining port of entry that you seek
Where love's most noble strength is rendered weak.'  

   'Away. Methinks the cabin crew I hear:     
      Fair Lesbia—have you my passport ?'

And did they hear, those on-looking distant
Rules, hear did they what was said to the world?
That story must be told by one “me,” can’t
Have a sonnet without that one letter mold—
First person voice, and make it beautiful,
Can’t have a sonnet that doesn’t love,
That doesn’t speak from a mouth of its own
That doesn’t rhyme, that does not resolve
Can’t call it a sonnet if it won’t grow old,
Not Shakespeare but Brooks, not Byron but Stein
And here— the words that did not do what they were told
And here— rules fall, away in line in line
But author? Who author, who inspire? Who make?
Un-sonnet, un-sung it, not claimed. Not take.

“As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.”

i wish for this to be forever,
never do i want her eyes to go
cloudy,
again.

“Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.”

i will be whoever you
want me to be,
as long as i can be
with,
you.

“It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!”

if only you knew
how much
i
loved,
you.
if only.

-“My life were better ended by you,
Than lonely, in need of your love.”

ay me.
lady, lie down and cover thyself in fruits.
thou art as beautiful as thou art can kiss.

take all thyself, but don't mistreat my body.
lick thy fruits i have gifted you.
use thy pistol to make me surrender.

legs and arms spread, all touching thy ground.
kiss my neck and make thou way down.