There in the garden lays a black pearled necklace
Like the snake who lays immobile and lucid
Waiting for someone to notice
It stands still
Do you see me?
A girl
Golden spiraled locks staring at the wind
Hangs her head and cries
She touches her neck and feels a thickening nakedness
A picturesque flash and there she lays in the garden
Her legs crossed and her back lies hard on the burdened surface
A fly flies around her and she sets her cigarette down
Burning through the blackness of her suit
A black hole remains
She doesn’t feel a thing
A tear roles down her neck and touches the tip of her spin
Her nails are pink.
Just the way they like.
Every morning, she wakes and paints a pink plastic coat over each nail hoping people won’t see her dirty, tainted hands
A pretty, little necklace left abandoned in the woods
Thieves in the night lurk behind vacant corridors
Searching for lost jewels
They love a stolen stone sparkling in the vacancy of erotic ecstasy
She lays jaded
Love is for the weak and lonely
The devil loves to love
Like a thief loves the joy of picking pennies
The devil catches you
One false step and it will fall on you
And Fitzgerald surfaces her mind:
“I hope she’ll be a fool- that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
Foolish games are for foolish hearts
Hearts struck by the charming chords of the moons last dance
And she whispers to the wind,
“I’m working on letting you go but your distant company touches my soul.”
The devil loves to love a forgotten soul
A passenger sailing the wind with nowhere to go
She is in the garden again
And a black cat passes through the tumbling weeds
Her friend says, at night I can see shadows in the trees
Shadows in trees are nothing more than buzzing wings of bees
A bird call you miss in the silent breeze
An awakening perception
And the day takes the night over the moon
And the leaves fall crackle at the suns dimming gloom
Mother send me a sign: Do I stay or do I go?
Two simple truths
A choice only she will know
You’re a minister to your magic mockery
There in the shadow she appears
Laying silently by my side
“Dear sweet innumerable child, my sweet scented breathe coursed by the wind holds you dear. Listen to my song and let go of all of it you fear. Your past cannot be undone, there is no room for that, but listen and hold tight to my words. All that is uncertain will be spun from the finest silk. A golden tapestry worn from the lineage of kings and queens. I promise, child, stay a tuned in me. Patience sweet young child and you will see all that is ripe is meant for thee.”
Thank you mother
Lost, faded jewel bows to pray
Lost in the forest
She carries on another day