to the living

I missed
the depictions of snow globes
and not like Citizen Kane,
"too shocked to speak"
and would have shared a red wooden sled in the cherry illuminated snowfall
under scarlet illumination
when changing my love lorn names
from Steven to Brody to Courtney to "Samantha" to William
never really knowing then
where the spectral born flames of love
were sprouting from
out in the violent world's curvatures
as the sky bled black at twilight
with sharp crackles of neon blue
during those sad days
where I walked from train to bus
under a clock's observance
just waiting to meet you
for a cup of coffee
in the open downtown center
not knowing then
why I felt delusional
but gathering afterwards
that it was the words "vate" and "fett"
which now are stricken away
from language (as if they ever had a place).

I knew a few of your symbols
just the magenta leaves
and those stapled emerald needles
that one could soak for tea
and pinto beans in a lucent Christmas package
waiting at the store,
unlike yourself
but showing of your generosity. 

so let us share a few moments in song and music and kindred love
before meeting too late
in a clensing cyclone
that forfeits Hell and Heaven
leveling "beauty" down to basic Earth
that spells out Heart in anagram
and boy oh boy
let me buy some cigarettes
in case you come over, yeah?