miss fortune

part 1: deluge and bones

ha! and i had hopes
for a better ending,
but no one built an ark.

homestar hides behind
smoke plumes and
blankets of ash; heaven's
floodgates flung wide open -
suburbias swallowed whole.

i climb onto my roof
and watch the earth -

watch god piss buckets
and wonder,

how much water can fit under the sky?


i wave to my inamorata,
who's on a roof not far from me.
she flicks me off.
i hold up a glass of rum
and take a puff, and close my eyes.

*

tried to meet the devil,
jumped and failed,
broke my legs, was nailed
to the ground, crucified, and left
to putrefy, but before all that,
my mind leaked bile and
the night sky turned tangerine,
and all the grass around me died,
and skeletons popped out
of the ground to laud my plight,

stuck watching the bones
swim along the dirt like eels,

skulls glancing at me,


chuckling.



part 2: lacuna

piano girl
is mixing the
whites and blacks with blues,
playing tunes
from unknown aeons -

a sad, jazzy sort of flavor.



            the trills
        void, digress.
      waves flow tepid
    through every slam.
 she's got the audience
  swirling. it's  like    a
    whir  pool--        the
        song  spinning,
          and sinking
                down
                into
                the
                deep,
                into
                cold
                and
                frail
                obli-
                vion.
                they
                are
                at a
                loss
                for
           


a gunked up spoon,
but the crowd wants more,

they want to smell her heart,
they want to taste her pores,

but her last song of the night
is a swan song;

and so it goes.



part 3: forget-her-not

black, silver strata cliffs
are battered
by rampant waves.
time claims its victory,
and the woman,
having lived
a long, luxurious life,
is ready for the faceplant.

as she falls,
she sets loose a flurry
of forget-me-nots -
cerulean kisses
folded from scraps
of construction paper,


and the petals scatter
to every corner of the world.