what snake bit you what fate hit you that Orpheus could not see
it is raining tonight we shall lie on papers unawares in the glare
of full moons and tarry searching for news
on tainted mirrors our dreams watching for the cracks
at the seams and now you wipe your feet on broken glass
and the shards pierce my heart echoes from the dark
kingdom retreating in the chilling cries of a mockingbird
in the mist of mysteries we err and you teach me
nothing belongs to me but the endless waiting
no train leading there
a failed hero the gods loved him though
and we roam our sleepless nights longing
with Cerberus at the gates
but the music
YOU ARE READING
trips
Poetrytalking about trips don't trip don't move don't groove sitting in street poverty such cross nailing you down in the tomb of lost paradise eating at your brain your eyes your infinite holes piercing the guts of well-fed bourgeoisie never gave you...
