Lovenights

pieces of skin
desires of brain cells

fragments of music

absurd thoughts
arachnophobia

tired eyes seeking flesh

sleep comes
sleep slowly, surely comes

you become half visible

the zero power bulb
illuminates

a metropolitan lovenight.

The Phoenix of Fire

The cobwebs on my guitar glitter in the moonlight.
Like a dead lizard I lie on the floor.
Death! I am reminded of your ever unseen presence,
In this facade, this hypocrisy, this life.


Choked, in the silence of my room, I open the window,
And behold once again the molested roads
Beckoning vehemently the creatures of the night
Who bewitch these vultures, these alleys, these rains.


I ignite a breathless cigarette.
And at last my mind becomes a phoenix of fire,
Burning to ashes the memories of meaninglessness,
Darkening by fire the injustice, the corruption, the political melodramas.


The phoenix flies away from molested roads, collapsing walls,
Away, free, beyond sanguine acid raining skies,
Singing the most beautiful song ever sung,
So that you may know, you may hear, and shed a tear.


I behold the extinguished ashes of the cigarette,
But the phoenix never lives a half true life.
I realize it takes immense endurance to become the fire,
Burning grief projectors, raining ashes.