the voice from here and beyond
Flying By
flying by with the speed of a dream i cry no tears as we talk of interviews with creatures yet unknown to me who whisper in my ears from a million miles away. i understand it all, a hermaphrodite with long hair telling me of his chances of pregnancy that make him fear being fucked up the ass and dreams of marrying a nice lesbian girl so that he could be a mother and she the father, and i smile as i fly by. awake! awake! awake they cry from behind a veil of blood that separates me from the rest, and i lap it up with the flick of a wrist… no fears even though the chain knaws inside of me. he beats her and she’s grown strong even though her ribs are broken and she might be pregnant with his child, so she’s a lesbian father now and can ignore the bruises and the bomb that her friend offered to plant under his car… she wanted his girlfriend a moment ago as she stared at her breasts, an he even offered to hook them up, but i fly on. so stare at the ocean and i’ll sing you a tune of days gone by that i learned of when i was traveling, flying… flying… flying…
Plum-Black Rainscape
The sky was a shimmering plum-black
hiding the pain and cries of lost children
rain falling
like the Goddess’ tears from above
dogs barking leagues away
or running along 22nd avenue at 2am
a sliver of a moon rose and set
with the winds howling trough the trees
not like another place
where images of others are plastered on the wall
or are seen in a catalogue of sex toys
that no one will ever use
inflatable dolls
rubber sheep
and tears of blood on the cheeks of a child
who walked down Burnside a week ago making a promise
pretty perfect hedgerows all kept trimmed
seem to reflect the ideals of the local people
who drink themselves to sleep and talk of Britain
what do they understand
when they turn their heads
going back to the green
while a nephew falls in love with his best friend
none of it matters
we can crumble
fall
as we hold each other on a balcony
dreaming no more
we are together as the rain washes us
cleansing us
under a sky of shimmering plum-black
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