all we have, regardless

 


that morning with
you

seeing it all

beads of sweat on the
executioner's forehead

hand on blade shaking
from the DT's

sound of the sun boiling
the wind

birds having a sex
party in the
clouds

seven burning monkeys
running amuck in a field
in Aberdeen, Washington

bebop dropping
acid, turning itself
inside out while Mingus
ate his pork pie hat

while carnivore streets
laughed at the bone
memories of Kerouac
and Cassidy

I saw your dreams slumber
in the black moon beam
eyes of Morpheus

and I multi tasked, held
Armageddon close like
your thin body and poured
shots of double expresso in
secret backrooms of trap
houses

looking across the
breakfast table into
your broken stained
glass eyes

helium in your
voice as you read
from the Poetic
Edda's

love in the beak of
a crow

love in the walls
and floors of
Bedlam

love in the holes
of my pocket

love;

un-redeeming

selfish

cruel

preternatural

it is all we
have

regardless