Saturday, September 12, 2009


I was too busy falling down after you, while you hid your wax wings and kissed me at the bottom of the star lit universe. You swept me off my brittle feet, held the wind like a baby in dead arms and rose up.

I smiled and watched you soar up, up, up and away.

I am waiting for the stars to die. They are getting dimmer by the century and my black eyes can't shine without them.

I wish I could watch you sweep around the world, enthralling your lovers under those golden wings. Your eyes are splitting into asteroids green and brown, my reflection cracking in each speck.

I can see you pass by sometimes like a comet without fire, a spent soul searching for my black hole.

Sunday, September 06, 2009


When you love
When you don't love
You live. You die.