It came upon me in a rush
The lack of your form in my space
The blinking brakes of your tailgate
Signaling goodbye in morse code
The dust that settled in your wake
A song I never will unhear

A failure of
Mythic proportions
Epic forgiveness
Wrapped in a wrapper
Of cellophane
A heart shaped box
And a pair of lying eyes
That I never could resist

It’s seagreen, the glasseye

I avoid its crystalline glare

Above is a portrait of mermaids

Amid a green smog

I glance around and wonder

How much the rent is.

heaven does not wait for us
the souls who are not souls
she is not allowed her arms
to wrap us in her embrace
the sky so bright can only
be alight with stars of us
to twist and toil, cook and spoil
upon our earthly plane.