Last night Lachrymose and Ariadne danced
through your perfume and beckoned me with
gleeful whispers into the cold unending
midnight. They wore masks of your profile
and sang me gilded promises and I sprinted
headlong after the love I thought was owed
me. We careened we galloped we sped past
dinosaurs and death and for a moment I
thought the wind was evil but it was only
singing lullabies. I chased Ariadne south
but she vanished with a sigh at the end of
a country road and your perfume was horse
shit and the city screamed my name with
envy. Home shone like a beacon but when
I ran to it Lachrymose called to me and
my feet pointed west and sleep waved after
me sadly. So much stock is put in the greats
but the greats never sped never flew never
roared like I roared into the darkness between
asleep and dreams. Lachrymose shuddered with
great gales of laughter as we catapulted into
the void and soon his laughter was swallowed
by the trees. The cruel luminescent talons
of the jealous city grasped at my heels but
mountains laid down for me and so I sprinted
after the echoing promise of you. But soon
the aloneness was apparent and the aloneness
was profound and the city was a tired imprint
in the sky and I sat alone by the roadside.
Foggy reflections of stars mocked me with
their distance and cold silence clung to my
head as I contemplated the significance of
darkness. This place feels forbidden but it
seems like we belong here like there's a truth
in the stillness like our selves are waiting
for us in the trees. Somewhere on the road to
dawn I lost my mind and every flickering light
was a malicious phantom and my heart was a
ball-gag and my eyes were wild. But home
hurtled toward me and sleep was there to
soothe my screaming legs and the promise of
this morning was all I ever needed.
through your perfume and beckoned me with
gleeful whispers into the cold unending
midnight. They wore masks of your profile
and sang me gilded promises and I sprinted
headlong after the love I thought was owed
me. We careened we galloped we sped past
dinosaurs and death and for a moment I
thought the wind was evil but it was only
singing lullabies. I chased Ariadne south
but she vanished with a sigh at the end of
a country road and your perfume was horse
shit and the city screamed my name with
envy. Home shone like a beacon but when
I ran to it Lachrymose called to me and
my feet pointed west and sleep waved after
me sadly. So much stock is put in the greats
but the greats never sped never flew never
roared like I roared into the darkness between
asleep and dreams. Lachrymose shuddered with
great gales of laughter as we catapulted into
the void and soon his laughter was swallowed
by the trees. The cruel luminescent talons
of the jealous city grasped at my heels but
mountains laid down for me and so I sprinted
after the echoing promise of you. But soon
the aloneness was apparent and the aloneness
was profound and the city was a tired imprint
in the sky and I sat alone by the roadside.
Foggy reflections of stars mocked me with
their distance and cold silence clung to my
head as I contemplated the significance of
darkness. This place feels forbidden but it
seems like we belong here like there's a truth
in the stillness like our selves are waiting
for us in the trees. Somewhere on the road to
dawn I lost my mind and every flickering light
was a malicious phantom and my heart was a
ball-gag and my eyes were wild. But home
hurtled toward me and sleep was there to
soothe my screaming legs and the promise of
this morning was all I ever needed.
