There’s a day coming
where there will be a reckoning,
There’s a night upon us
where there will be a judgement
it’s a time for celebration
under these dire, hot fires
where my heart is outside
and my throat has been cut.
Those stars hang below us,
and this ground above our heads
makes for disintegration
of all imagination,
solace in these days of silence
with everyone screaming,
in turn, into my ears.
Never mind all the confusion
and hear only this –
The children are Hungry
with food only across the table;
it’s pointless to die
when there’s still so much living –
you can be all you want and so will I
though I can’t cum without the gaze
of your eyes.
let your heart stop beating
when your mind stumbles on memories
of secret fields in your youth –
Those days of dreams & still with future
grip on for your fears may overtake.
screaming at low volumes
