anonymus love letter #7

drinking wine on the fourth of july like a lonely heartache
trapped within an aching muscle, we who are condemned with longing
like a flock of seagulls cawing towards the inside of the city.
Do not stay with fortitude and do not go without it, for the summer
is coming in resplendent hues and the girls will be laughing to
the ancient tunes of your instrument in the soft grasses where
the disarrayed repose like sequined veils above t he truth of
earthen vessels.

We spoke in nighttime like guilty cowards, we addressed each other
like milk-eyed menders and drank whisky to completion of some
ethereal feeling they call drunkeness, we who live to die and
are taught to die to live.

Fields of sorrow for those who do not follow beauty, fields of
meadows for those who marry love, with splendors nestled like
treasures in the lucent shaded grass beneath the weeping willow,
with trestled bridges overflowing above rivers, and the sound
of the archer who could not be called down from his star will
ever more ring through the ears of the damned were they to reproach
him for his true shots. But this is after death, where it to occur,
in the fields of the seas splayed golden like tinctures of blue light,
ethereal and jealous of the sky but somnolent in its being.

Where in does the comfort lay? In creating, in imagining, in the dark
robust knife that they call the mind. Send me your ear, oh love, and
I will send you mine. That is some kind of love, with a purpose,
but unknown except to the most starry eyed, the ones heavensent
by certain articulations to infuse pale dolls with heavy meanings.

Dream, dee, dah.

Here I sit reposed inside the belly of a vessel,
here I sing unnoticed like a whisper from a candle.
Here, we met and talked out when the seams burst and the sun got blocked out,
see me stand in pale anguish when the city turns to gold, when the stories
of fantastic men have gone untold.

Harbor the advantages of what is locked out, when your keys break in the door
they call you locked out, but listen to what the wise man says.
"Do you really think, that anybody gives a blue goddamn?"