Drapes

 Drapes 

Mother of God, and wrenching inked palaces seven hundred paces into the forest. 

Holy nearing the bridges and creaking bricks to nearing their final edge. 

Torment the place with everything the night can possibly possess 

Hunting and waiting 

Hollow and etched, gasping bare windows 

Cold metal stirring with the deserted air;

Armor banded to old walls.

Carry out and deplore yourselves, for the clock will definitely soon strike twelve. 

I told you now,

and I have told you then, 

and you will be told 

that there is nothing to be done. 

Now the place dips and shivers 

Like a bad feeling,

As one’s heart drops. 

The whole palace whines through wind bitten windows, 

And the drapes whip and thrash and flail and cling for dear life. 

Silver satin held by deep-browned brass. 

You can never pale its song, 

Slamming the walls and tattering the ceiling with its gigantic wings 

Its silky sheen glares;

It’s angry 

It’s hurt 

It’s confused 

It’s helpless 

It’s trying 

It’s pleading 

It’s holding 

And gripping. 

And no one knows where the wind blows from—Outside or in? 

Hungry for the view it gives, and forever tied up to cover it. 

Red Ribbon

 Red ribbon 

eyes rimmed with red ribbons, 

Satin grape juice and lime 

Fed through, and tied 

Whatever you’ll find inside 

Is wrapped so tight,

I’ll cry 

And though it’s habit to lie—

Pull the ribbon open, 

Begging you to stay kind 

Since my eyes are still 

Caked up with rind 

The shine looks distorted 

From being tied so many times.

And when we say goodbye, 

We’ll know that’s how we say:

To give with a red ribbon, 

Is to leave and love anyway. 

The Nowhere

 The Nowhere 

Sometimes I yearn for the end of the world. 

Wish and hope and dream for the earth to one day stop turning, 

Because maybe then, 

We’ll find each other in the madness- 

Despite the madness

When the moon crashes to the ocean 

Sending pellets of fire 

To rain down a dense down-pour 

The air blazes, ash rises up 

like sparklers we hold in our hands. 

Burning our brain through our noses. 

And cutting through the thick 

orange air— holding hands 

The rules are meaningless. 

responsibility for our course of life 

Is that to just keep living, the only instinct left—

hold on to people we can’t live without.

Black, thick soot dances across your shoulders, 

Weak and alive 

The world blazes, the sun is dying.

A swirling image explodes, dancing,  

flowering reflection between your eyelashes.

We will match the world around us, 

Finally.

Sitting upside down, 

Above a world 

We can no longer see. 

We belong in the nowhere. 

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