Garden of the Moon

 Mycelium threads have bound us together

As though a spider web covered in dew

And, viscous mucous, from insufflated narcotics 

It is backlit with the sunrise that never seems to come

Our affair is the eternal blue-hour

In our dank underworld where I take you as Persephone 

and we will rule the darkness; king and queen.

at least,

how it lives,

in my imagination.

I remember your loving face when we met,

So many years ago when I was still asleep

In the sedation of affluence

when  I disposed of blondes like mismatched parts to my incredible machine

just like my cats;

… as monuments to myself

we were so young then,

naïve, the dance we held was so energetic & out of focus

 became experienced

 powerful in our spheres

saw that power in one another;

mighty are those who have powerful dreams

I dream of you often, and what your hair smells like

When we are not varnished in chemical-rich sweat

In your eye still harnesses that look-

The one that

casts a pink ribbon of silence over my lips

returned, in kind, with the voltage of my being

though I share it with all; I give it to no others,

and you know that.

I imagined our world together and our numerous adventures.

How I will never grow tired of your being.

I imagined the day When you realized your amazing effect upon me.

How silly that moment of silence would be and

yet so decadent.  And yet so fictitious all the same.

As we got up from hotel rooms, cracked-out, brainpudding

dragging oily smoke into those LA hotel mornings

made of the stuff that killed Hollywood

and raped Beverly Hills, and ended the lives of more people than either of us even

want  to think about

over the long intoxicated summers, when I never thought to say the words-

as the rising sun turned us back into our true forms.

Black sky fading to a treacherous blue that

brought with it all the responsibilities of the world.

Pushed us away from one another for so many years, as it

slipped away for another several months. To slip away again and again…

And again.

As I did.

What we have is the eternal sunrise

Where an ambiguous crescent  slips through the sky  and never fades or grows

Where battle hardened steel is never too glorious for a thin coat of oil.

 The carnal embrace of the psychological effect

  More than anything we have the dance-

that negates all others

and feeds all human hearts

where we rule the underworld,

one chaos-laden night after another

one  night at a time.

Though I’ll have you know; because I will say the words:

I love you more than anything.

I loved you then as I love you now

As I do every-single-time I see you

And it is this twisted fantasy that I will ever

be able to tell you this

this lie it what keeps me anchored to your world

and I live for it,

I live for that electronic tryst

When the flowers of our humanity open

In the bass-rich forest of the moonlight.