And Leave The World Unseen

My favorite part of the year so far was when you laid three soft kisses behind my ear as I stumbled into consciousness rapt in your limbs. 

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Brevity

 

 

Each person whom I have enmeshed in my limbs and inhaled ( or have slipped into a day with ) – all of my lovers – are in a room together. The bar is serving cocktails and red wine, and horderves are passed around on doilied platters. The sequins on my deep blue dress are flattened the wrong way, like fur. Everyone is comporting themselves far too calculatingly. Perhaps as more alcohol is imbibed there will be less civility? More people are in attendance than my first calculations would have predicted. I do not wake up.

 

You can have it all

If all is vast

Lodged in the numb bright

Of the sky

 

Old Sky

 

apocalypse, n.

  1. any revelation or disclosure; an unveiling
  2. a disaster resulting in drastic, irreversible damage to human society or the environment, esp. on a global scale; a cataclysm

An Average Night in Honduras

 

 

 

I offer you music in two different spirits. The first is that of rejoicing, of proclamation – an expression of joy or gratitude – an outpouring. The second is that of invocation – a plea and a call to arms, a desire for the magic of the song to seep into my being and feed me.

This is thrown out in the second spirit.