The Birth of Eddy Styx

Now: When night falls, the surrounding hills embrace the remains of the setting sun, opening into scattered canyons in the sky.

Somewhere between twilight and dusk is where I find a painted odyssey and the restoration of the ruined dreams lost in childhood's transition to maturity.

Then: But a woman child of thirteen, you raped and took my innocence - a trusted family member, you.

I remember the car in which you would drive me home after babysitting your innocent young children.

god didn't make gardens
for us
to murder flowers
strange we can do it
without the sight of blood

without you
i can breathe
without me
you can pray

for indistinct faith
and impossible stories that
make men

a woman's experiment

We were introduced, "unlikilly-like"
if we were to agree that that's a word,
her demeanor seemed so serious that
it called for the absurd.

So, I began to re-scramble words
and string them crazily on a strand,
and offered to clasp them 'round her neck
in hopes she'd understand.

Her aura was simplistical mystical
her eyes captured each scene,
then, she portrayed a knowledge worthy
the wisdom of a queen.

i wonder if memory
finds a way to say thank you
when leaving cities
romantically inclined to
the summation of a smile
when he was tousled,
unkempt and his skin
felt like the gravel beach
we walked at evening
when he tried to explain
how the cosmos was heaven
and he had claims for entry
because he said prayers
quietly alone