photo by P. Forster
i wish to be demonically intelligent
the raven to their dove, the gap in their happiness
i will be the answer to my own impermanence
uneasy on the eyes like minimalist, oneiric films
heavy on the lips like the bitter-sweetness of memories
familiar at night like old-timey melodies you don't even like
(it was only i who made the tread over troubled waters)
photo by C. Q. P.
and i am the cat, sipping tea while watching the past
through my looking glass
reciting rule number one, in order to steal the stars?
just sit back and relax and that was that
Harvey is dumping electric seizures down coffins at three
Sivvy is praying to recover thee
and all Peggy was to do is praise stupid women in the streets
just watch
acquiesce oh little ones
for your names are safe in His mouth - ach du, reduced to I
oh moi, oh moi, food for the lowlife's limelight
- for stealing the stars, writing for the spotlights by The New Manila Mystic
01.07.20
photo byJacob Nizierski