Gregorian Chant

last night we were more than mere men.
a heaven-like-earth hung from our hands
as the paint trickled down.

the twang of country music
swept over our heads
while we knelt on the carpeted floor
laboring on paper altars.

even the stars themselves
slid a sideways glance
down our way.

a lapse in time
like a blot on this page.
my friend,
it shall never be forgotten.

Dies Saturni xxii Augustus MMIX

it's coming.
it's coming like a storm
beating against the barricade
that keeps this city safe.

it's busting in the door
that leads to the room
where my secrets are stored
neatly stacked in their respective cupboards.

this heartbeat inside of me pounds
and leaves the room for restless dreams.

all of me belongs here.
planted.
in
this
place.

but somehow it's become high time
that i pack up all of me
and leave
this
place.

because it's coming.
and it'll never turn away.