Overture

We are in the Overture of my greatest Symphony
my Magnum Opus
in the opening motive
and I've lived so much life
air rushing to the bell
bursting gold love forth;
Taken in fully, juices running down those fullest bites,
Deliciously wickedly ripened in the copper sun.
You take hallowed steps onto hollow stage
I feel your coming with every vibration;
a sea of feet stamp a muted rainstorm
and I
your first chosen
bowed and arched
to play my most secret sweetest song,
satin ribbons of music
for you only
to wrap round
your soul
in front of the watching world

Unhung

Full display

for you

now empty

unhung

You grew my heart room

and now after hours

it hears its own halls echoing

the gallery at night is quiet

lit by emergency lights

and the intermittent flash of a security camera

which saw how you 

what you 

 but not why you 

but steal my art anyway

make more art of its empty square

off-coloured 

its secret longing to be bourgeoise in the streets 

riding subway cars

getting its oils dirty

This is how you've emptied my heart.

You have liberated its paintings 

and i hear footsteps louder now.

Love Pill

We always want second chances and third chances

We count the great loves of our lives

like pills in a jar

I take you

To make me feel

better?

worse?

whatever the deal

but did you ever think

that the story isn't perfect inside the book?

Once Upon A Time

The End

and that's all we look?

as they stand around us

wondering what we took

Non Action Hero

A new epoch

Dismissing the Cereal Box army 

the legion 

allegedly 

defending my honor

my heart

Centuries of cohorts

bursting forth

their plastic spears

through cardboard

And their commander

a self-proclaimed action hero

cooler in manner than the rest

who threw fire

over his shoulder into the village

never looking back;

walked away

And I the Queen

the one who stays

the one who walked in ten minutes later
to mend it all.

Sublimity

This is not a contest to gauge or mark the depths of one's sublimity

I've never been that way

Needing to compete

Enlightenment as a conquest

A rush race to beat the one before

You have yours and I, mine

I don't define you

by how you're not me

Nor do I confine you to the company of my mind alone

Scatter, go!

take back with you what you will know

Bring back to share

Perhaps to build

to grow

A new sublime

born of time 

and the golden trumpeted age that was us;

in the same way you never liked to rush

let time patina our love

and in palladium ages

their ensuing strategies may be 

to hang the walls with vignettes of

you and me

but knowing what I know

they will only compare.

Bach

And why am I surprised?

Even Bach told me

they never see you till you're gone.

2 Tables & a Chair

2 Tables & a Chair

which to sit on

to look most cool

when you arrive?