The birdcage has a doll In it and maybe that’s more appropriate It never cared for The wild black-eyed terror...
The birdcage has a doll
In it and maybe
that’s more appropriate
It never cared for
The wild black-eyed terror
Staring out
It's snowing into the tulips
The mice have left the attic
His silence still squats upstairs
And yearns my presence
The piano is asleep
Screaming of bonfires
We played your records again
In the middle of the night
I hear them groan
The sun crouched low.
When you came at last
And draped my side in shadow
My train comes late
As I abide in your shadow
The steel doors close, as we part ways
One train draws close to another
The ride is long, as I long
For the smells bound us
The mumbling stews
That spoke for two and
The basil that dried in shadow
The car is full like the distant moon
A full man paints his cheeks in drag
Beside me, the dark pane frames four eyes
Our blush applied in shadow.
Every spring night
The dreams star
more pale ghosts
Some are hotel beds
I enter And spend
forgotten nights
I mourn
a different city
The easy nights
I’d spent
In placid arms
The memories need
no Lanterns
to find me.
