1/11/2015

friend don't say it doesn't mean

anything the owls rolling up streets

at dusk to eliminate passage

the way your ceiling collapses on

your heart in the middle of the night

don't say you can stand it you can live

through it friend we are always dying

and the dead live through

nothing even stars collapse under the

weight of their own self-assurance

don't say she never mattered that

her eyes were not as whole as

mountains that you did not speak

to each other the old language

the one they banished when the gods

invented reason and opposable thumbs

it is not enough friend to carry

yourself to the gate of sleep

tonight it is not enough to beg

the elephants to lift you through

this round of dreams sometimes

friend you must stay awake

and count the stars forever sometimes

it is prudent to throw furniture

from windows sometimes there

is no other recourse but to

give the night everything

that belongs to it.