Go

Let us go then, you and I,
Reciting poetry from memories,
Glazing bouquets in ebonies.

Let us go then, you and I,
Drinking to the dawn of September,
Watching roses in this wild weather.

Let us go then, you and I,
Painting mischief in the garden,
Running freely under the ocean.

Let us go then,
And look up to the plain blue sky,
And wave to the early cloud.

I am there as much as you are here.

Missing Muse: 2

Slithered out of the depth of my rhythmic pulses.
Leaving the paint stained blood with rigorous stanzas to breed.
Five days have rolled by the sun.
Empty hands are now wandering the shorelines.

Three golden locks have wept my victory away,
And brought back your thoughts,
And words,
And black steel streets to walk on through.

You are the witted absorbance of sparks and light.
In your absence, these tumbled stones are losing control of their frights.
This is not my flaw.
L'esprit de l'escalier.
I am still lost in the wavelength of your world.

I sit quietly like the moon, and the melted fingers before me are the reason why I am infected by fregoli. Tu me manques. Illuminate me.

You've wrapped me in presque vu. Unexplainable shadow to hold on to.

Before Dusk

Spring;

Monumental equinox of your crystal wrist,
And lucid forests in the middle of illogical catastrophe.
There is a reason behind Plato's subliminal idea.

Your eloquent whiskers, and fragile shoulders are the midnight dreary of April's humid hour.
You were still there a day after the explosion of the annual tour.
And light years later,

Gone, gone by the misshapes of the sea.
Broomstick hair and ceramic have become my humble blanket, and I am not conscious.
Shifting to my cellular brain,
As if I was human

Reversed Dawn

Shattering noises in the air.
Stitching garments in your hair.
Breathing fire far from their glare.
This is
U
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N
Y
We are
U
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K
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L
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Grow

Closed gateway.
Empty halls are the fluorescent smell of April's heat.
I am enclosed, and trapped in the last minutes of my time machine.
Tick tick before midnight.
Tick tick before the enhanced responsibility of the ultraviolet ray of the upcoming winter.

Closed wormhole.
The buzzing sound of the cooling air is the music of my nostalgic fever tonight.
I am locked, and cornered in the last stanzas of my Neverland.
Tock tock before the faded constellation.
Tock tock before the unfastened seat belt of this shipwreck-like cadillac.

Closed casket.
The wrinkly texture of the wall is the remaining montage of the twenties.
I am blinded, and freed in the middle of the deserted land of my own paintings.
Tick tock before the final glazing.
Tick tock before the illuminating lifetime beneath my own shielded moving chiaroscuro shading.

Below

And you're still
Giving out
Your amulets
Day by day.
In starvation
Dismay
You are
In
S o l i t u d e.

All Apologies

19 years. Rest in peace, baby. Can't wait to see you again real soon. I love you, I love you, I love you, Kurt, so much. 

Everyone who knows me knows how much I love this man. He will always be my main inspiration, my main muse, my main everything. I love you, Kurt.

RIP

4

April rain is the early
Transition of what was cold
To something gloriously
Pretty.

Obscura

You are the first stormy rain of April,
And there is nothing you can do
About your dazzling disposition.
Reposition.
You are the winter walks on the moon,
And I am the summertime smog
Drifting in the mid July air.
Prepare.
You are the frosty blue lagoon,
And your skin is as fair as the shoreline clues
Breezing through my midnight cruise.
Infuse.

Slither

Isolating wounds from the vultures.
You are peculiar,
And your timeless cosmogony was the reason I shifted my sight from the barren moon to the intolerable sun.

You could destroy this torn ulna ten million times,
And the wounds would be my lifetime mark.
The atmosphere, my sign.

Time is still an inconsiderable myth from the early borns.
Its static nature has brought wrath to the empires of the seas.

We are indifferent,
We dwell on phosphenes, and the moon beams.
In the absence of light, and in the coldness of fright.

"I am the ancestor of the future. I am the future of the ancestor."