A poem for Joey.
The New Years' night creates a sparkler in its midst, crackling.
Missing your face by mere inches, followed by profuse and profound apologies;
For you and only you.
I Dream Sweet, the Majors that engulf me in your Sea- and by some Miracle, I hear the undying Musical you made,
For me and only me.
I wake from this waltz with tired eyes, to see our day unfold at Tugman, a basket full of handcrafted sandwiches,
For us and only us.
When the day is done, you're left recounting your favorite shows in vivid colors, alas I daydreamed a world where I was not living.
Ultimately, you were my will, but I was blind without my glasses, shattered miles away from my fingertips. We breathed and ached and thrived in the furs,
While Mad Max Arizona had other plans for me and hers.
The cacti needles pricked me full of those poisonous hallucinations,
Ones that made my waltz stop playing for my bleeding ears.
I had stopped hearing Glausi, his red face of breathlessness no longer occupied my ear canal. Rather, Nails of Nine Inches Tall made smoke billow from my mouth, my nose, my eyes.
You were my innocence, now lost in the abyss of Butes' forests.
Mad Max Arizona revered in my eyes a beautiful torture marked by tragedy that I welcomed with open arms.
