tonight my blood is iron and wine
and a heart-racing viking taps at my window
while ninja sleeps, and my jimini cricket says
"don't look back"
i think he meant
"close your eyes."
i catch a flicker of movement
a curve in a line, a line on a graph
that has neither x nor y, just
an endless line, with no meaning
or end:
inevitable life.
song lyrics arrange themselves like my mirror reflection
living my life vicariously through songs
remembering you-- oh!
god, but i hate how much i love
remembering you.
and the lonliness
creeps
like the cat-paws of fog
in to my heart and behind my eyes,
causing moisture disposal system failures
in the cold winter air against
my precipitating eyes.