star spangled sweetness
collecting on the grill of the autumn breeze
playing to the song of a machete
in the moonlight i caught the shadow
of a banshee howling to the wings on a swan
of all the blooming buds
and all the striped stars
a candle lit on a gloomy morrow
the pain of a whisper
bleeding into the woods
the bird of a song
twittering into the holy grail
i cannot believe the pointless commons
into which i descend
wandering into the abyss
tee-totaling myself into the pursuit of happiness
sparrow must be pleased at the thought
did Karan truly believe
in the dream of a motion picture?
does the Shakman feel afraid
of his own madness?
the ice melts at its core
carrying with it the effervescence of promise
the shadow fades back
as the light threatens it once more
what do we seek?
