6-22-05 (First day of summer)
The night sank with a fast, speedy train cycle
and his mind didn’t know itself anymore,
it was good, it was Eden, beneath a moon turned the color of decay
(black and sculpted, like a model’s beautiful black–
)hey, it’s time for pie.
I’ve found you in a corner of the bathroom,
I’ve found you in a place called colours
I see orange tigres burning bright
above our mother-fucking black sky.
The heartbeat of a strummer’s bass-line delight
the wrinkling anticipation that caused us all to fade with you
behind the silver-blue night-time starburst.
Losing myself in raps of multi-color
crayon-line lies.
A crying mother who saw death ring the night
of her baby’s blue nursery, screamed to the heavens “dude, saw her away.”
She screamed a cacophony of us, alone.
***
I’m losing the flag of union
beneath a few long-lost dreams of loneliness,
I miss you, man of the deepest cave.
