Woe-
blue moon...
in the parking lot
mercury vapour cones drop the snow...
distant noise registers as loudly
as my own thoughts- water running...
The snowy lilies gird her pith - in wake;
bejewelled love reposed in truest sleep...
I physically can't grasp the fact that your gone,
I can't mentally grasp that your not here to hold...
I've found,
That pinot grigio...
Then one day,
The tears refused to fall from her eyes...
From stardust we’re formed, to stardust we shall...
Like ashes that fly after being burned...
I can't believe what I'm hearing
Are they lies or are they truths...
Suppose
that I wake up tomorrow, and...
Bleached, like the city resting silently in the
scorched reflection of her watered gaze...
Somewhere, closer to an ocean where
waves crash into explosions of white...