I stared at the sun,
wishing to be blinded;
aimed with a gun,
shooting for it sightless.

I wrapped my head in translucent cloth,
reaching for rays of light like a moth,
journeying past hills on weary, blistered ankles,
I combed the grass meadows for the wings of my own angel.

You whispered to me, “our little secret”;
and caressed me oh so gently,
your malicious intent discreetly hidden in the sheets
of blossoming silk and smiles unfriendly
laced with toxic saliva tongued off upon my belly.
I hug you and pray for any sense of mercy
or a sliver of pain, the pleasure that you envy,
but I know that the river will never flow to you directly,
and so I keep rowing,
knowing not what is deadly.

I took to the moon
for something to swallow;
searched for it mid-noon,
flying alone to the gallows.

And god fucking damn it did I search,
I traveled up and down the earth’s berth
like a blind man begging for a cup of water
amidst a desert of deaf men screaming even louder.

You whispered to me, “our little secret”;
and caressed me terribly gently,
your malicious intent hidden obviously in the sheets
of stained and red silk and smiles unfriendly
laced with boiling saliva tongued off upon my belly.
I hug you and pray for any sense of mercy
or a sliver of pain, the pleasure that you envy,
but I know that the doves are not traces of the heavenly,
and so I keep soaring,
knowing not what is deadly.

Good night
to the dawn sky;
amen
to the warm wind.

Cut the blinds from their tinted wires,
and breathe gently to dim the fires,
that follow the supernova of light and noise
that I have learned to stare directly at with perfect poise.