she would dance in what holds her,
bare and subtle as baby
of mother’s womb,
floating lonely in my eye
captured teardrop.
her legs now still,
done all the dancing
she ever will...
a month gone September,
I said goodbye
when all seemed well,
who would see the night,
a burning Hell
a hit or more
like Timothy Leary,
candles float their own rhythm,
with music ghosting it’s spirit,
a way of seducing the air
eating at inner self
ultimate, intimate unconscious thoughts
brain bursts in imagination squirts
painting the walls to redefine realities.
Kitty cat whispers
through kitty cat whiskers,
prancing in what will be,
candle spread more than flitting of flame,
burning eulogy of naked sleeping beauty
a final word to end the world
Carbon on carbon,
everyone is black
from soul to skin,
forever gone,
there is no returning
from the Hell we leave burning.
At least I took the time
to say goodbye--
[ ...and so, what did the cat say to the candle? ]
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