the complications of aerodynamics [1995]
standing alone in the rain i
remembered why you said
things are only as good as
you make them --
if we were birds,
do you think we could
fly very high with
those big heavy
weights on our
feet?
tonight i thought about
the ways we hurt each
little part of
our souls
every time we
put on our
hats and say,
"I will meet you in the garden,
where the trees won't speak for me..."
ruler of the arsenic dream world
sharp thoughtprints
of crystalline insanity
seeping mad-gold
burning light
into the narrow cracks
of selfish love --
i close my eyes, and
see the thrust
of aftermath,
bliss and radiation
folding in, colliding
blindly, with the force
of angels,
and rabid dogs
fleeing dark solstice
moons and
the reality
of my broken
kingdom, where i once
reigned over you.