Member Rara Avis
i. rose quartz
moonlight on the lake.
leaves floating in puddles.
petals floating distant.
love seems to be in trouble.
stars cast light in the sky,
but none on the ground.
i made love to her reflection,
walked home alone,
The rain. Oh, oh.
Oh the California rain.
The rain, oh, oh, oh
The California rain.
Arcadia house seeped through with mud.
That's okay. It's all okay.
Fronds pulled to the ground from heavy wetness above.
That's fine. All fine.
Freeway accidents -- glass and lost purchase.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Watered down drinks to forgive the nutureless.
I'm fine. We're all fine.
Staring at the California rain.
Sepulveda overrun with puddles.
Walking outside, I find in a sky spill
A small stone, so smooth as to be clutchless.
I try and try and try to lift it out on my finger.
But it's too small, too quick, too furtive to linger.
Then I realize it's just a piece of the pavement.
Imaginary stone; imaginary engagement.
So boring. So eleven months ago
With moths hitting against the light outside.
Her call to tell me we were through.
It let me lock out the feelings inside.
"Love?" in a box.
"Lust?" out the window.
"Faith?" chained in stocks.
"Time?" another shadow.
After the call ended, I pretended it'd all been planned.
All the work of some above-the-clouds godman.
Goddamn, turns out we're not the only pillar of salt.
I'll toss you over my shoulder; not my fault.
But the moths in insect rapidity
Keep beating and burning themselves to pieces.
I threw the phone as hard as I could into the nearest wall,
And sunk down among lies' many reasons.
(dialtone wheel smiling at me,
speaker wire that made us both sin,
phone cord coiled like a dead drowned snake --
what was the favorite color of our favorite stupid mistake?)
iv. and to mud
Cinders and cinderella
Both went under.
buried thoughtless past.
i'll make it,
if i last.
what is coping?
ropes and gallows.
rain's streaked shadows.
stones in shallows.