tin-can-far-above-the-moon

[tin-can-far-above-the-moon]

copper

you taste like copper but

you look like wine. 

part of me likes that better anyway. 

wine lingers and warms. fills us with sugar-coated nostalgia. makes all walls temporarily transparent. 

but blood is throbbing, seeping, and heavy on a tongue

salty and real and 

a promise,

a wish,

a hope,

a kiss. 

it is life in its most raw and pure form

but mainly and truly,

absolute possession.

[tin-can-far-above-the-moon]

weltschmerz

Once more enveloped by a stormy gray, The shards from both my mind and heart astray, I feel no pain nor pleasure within me For now I have control; soon I’ll be free.

I walk to a secluded garden, lone The trees watch, silent, as I cease to roam “The perfect place,” a well-known voice soon says, “Why don’t you close your eyes and rest your head?”

Before I do I glance, instead, beside The umber skeletons waving goodbye At once, the voice no longer sounds so clear; An iridescent hummingbird appears.

It does not speak -- just hovers in the air But it is clear, what it��s been sent to share: Right now your life is not your own to take; Your rest will have to wait another day.