© MMXIX A.N.E.
I‘m walking the heavens up to the hells,
Silently casting shadows like spells,
Thirstily sucking blue blood from catnipples –
When, beneath me, the surface of a tear ripples…
And behold the sun, the moon and a whole night sky in betwixt –
Like something odd and twisted about my mind that needs to be fixed?
But, alas, can’t you hear the four shiny ivory knuckles,
tick-tapping on hourglasses like a broken drain that chuckles?
Over there, the waiter and the undertaker both clad in black velvet and silk,
“Too bad I never got to know that midget stripper, I guess.”
That’s what’s carved on that stone, nothing more, nothingness.