Dark Matter

And the reaper

came a-reapin,

left me weepeing,

in the morning,

you teething on my bones,

distraction was complete,

wink your eyes

and howl to the gods

of carnivale

as your hands remove me

from spacetime.

Try to erase me,

I dare you with fangs glistening,

hold on,

take it off,

leaving the body,

bending and twisting

into those

illuminated collective ethers,

to waltz round at will

in your energy,

among others,

some dull and wrinkled,

others pulsing and throbbing,

brilliant metaphors pursuing  their

counterparts in the land

of dreams and tarot cards.

The Hierophant coughs and sees,

the Star listens intently,

the Devil laughs,

and the Universe nods

her head to the new rhythms

a-comin in

through the cracks in now drenched Manhattan,

your cries ring loud,

I hear you.

Druid priestesses

in robes of red

danced the walk of the dead,

witches burning

in sad Salem,

all detailed in visions

leaving me to stare out

the open window,

I lost my real in the Imaginary

and didn’t matter

to mind.

The leaves fell and

I thought of father’s death,

nightmare eyes looking

through slanted blinds,

nature talking back

to us in our sleep,

men licking their lips,

friends turning to fucking,

then ending just in a whisper,

goodbye.