Aria Fantasia
my eyes are swollen red
a blissful tragedy
just don't take them away: my friends
are paper thin
thin as
air
they spiral and drop and rain and pour and they hurt me so
i can't quit you
i don't want to
I just want you
the princes of the page
darlings of the drama
killers in crime
and painters in publications
saints of sagas
manila monsters
triology traitors and
Ghosts
My ghosts
but now they're your ghosts
because they are in your head
bleeding through your fingertips
inky goddesses
my spiderweb fingers tangled in your warm dewdrops of sunny ecstasy
Power.
Without wisdom, bliss
Without ignorance, wonder
i cannot live without twenty-six slashes of ink
their children blending seemlessly into a taj mahal of smoke