drunk is the moon...the poisoned stars drawn to their lagoon
the lager cup
the last smiles
before we touched down
I should have known
what was up

into the seamless cold
and veins of snow crawling
on the tarmacs face
like a vision
lost in the steam
and traffic and these lights

burning amber yellow
green and red
you were a voyage
across the rivers of
my damned

and now beneath the
chill of quilts in a dampened
cold delivery of Flu
I shiver and shake
thinking of you in the land
of heat and sake of
mirage's shimmering
a serpents mirror
the wind claws its coral dark
dance the orchestra of
moans in the wires
and windows cracks

I loved you and loathed
you...but you are never
coming back

the simple carry on
leaving behind most
and taking the
jewels
the soul of life

I burn the candles
from the trove
were they for me?
a love not moved
not budged
nor stolen

while inside I break
broken
and frozen

when I heal
and the banks
are high
and the drifts
in fields
of dead summers
leisure
I will survive

till then I am
a ghost
in the shadows
of this glimmer
the little light
of hope
and cupids
empty quiver

...