TOMORROW

TOMORROW

Silhouettes dance on smoking pistol barrels
with them, your hands and your hips, they sway
rocking, moving, in such sumptuous entrance
of this dance away
of this casting off.
There I lay spilled as you batted by
slowly seeping between Poe's cracks
coating my pieces thereunder
they are many.

Still…

Each stepping tear
each bone exposing lash to a kill belay
this amputation me as our together ends
ends this way.
Never before
have I in these many ways been
unwanted décor; discarded
as refuse.

Therefore…

I weep over what you’ve done;
I weep for our children
our daughter
our son.
I seep over my slaughter as you dance
as you sway with your chosen
those silhouettes undulating on barrel tips
on the sights of smoking guns.

Beautiful hands twirling and breasts bare
to your new dance; unfurl
unmask your splendor my Ballerina
for your pack of sounding hyenas.
Twist upon your windage
pull upon that trigger squeeze
I need no blindfold Love
for even now I’ll not go to knees.

Though…

I weep over birds flying
over clouds gathering
of wind breaking
because my earth is shifting.
And weep over the knowledge of
falling out of love
in that vacuum of adoration’s departure
that loss of forever planned.

I weep as I move on
over stars extinguished
for unconditional love's ignorance
and upon my Frankenstinian reflection.

I say...

Douse your torch
disband your mob
the monster has fled
into the hills on trails spotted red.
At some intersection, renew will meet
in thought a little less I weep, yes less each day
as you fade and fade and go finally