Perse Reflection

No angered angel stays buried
my black heart heavy with want
your resurrected figure
the weight of your pressing down on my senses

I eject your name into endless starscape
out o'er lonely cliffs whose names we've mostly forgotten
to lonely listeners
an orchestral herd of canyon elk
chattering squirrel disruptive
wake the brookie sleek
thrown willy-nilly into moon's cold shadow

they take turns to mourn with me
to climax with me
into pine scent and powder
into constellation epiphany
sobbing over phony photographs
and lewd memories

I come near a crawling cuck
through wooded trails
through graveyard aisles
through your front door ghost house
to cover you in a crown of cum
(of love?)

I'm here still living trying to say a something
so much something
I guess I mean it?
in some strange temporal out-of-body kind of way

sparkling calligraphy of coke dust on your tits
poor child of mania and fury
of lust and fever
wild animal doomed to violence
if I could only trap you long enough
I would love you forever

smoking cigarettes and rolling
the last exhalation of a bruised purple poem
a song like a memory
out my open window into the night
slipping my waxen tongue
a taste of your waning tableau

that illicit white kiss still forever on my lips
a numb rumor fading now
a whisper of a moment
when you somehow
(maybe)
did exist.

TA