And how I prayed
As you preyed.
Nowhere to go
But I went.
When you’d show,
It was an event.
You lit up the room
With your gaslight:
Colorful tales bright
Braided by your loom
Charmed me out of fight.
Once upon a universe,
You spun me
Into a planet
Untraversed
Made of granite
Polished
By your tapestry.
Big crash,
Big bust.
No ash,
No dust.
Man, what a star,
Streaking the sky
Forever high
A Peter Pan fly
In the ointment
Of my treatment.
Blow jobs in your car
You’d earned by gender
What a light spectacular
Puking on your fender.
But for the sake of Dorothy,
I won’t gale
All the honesty.
I’ll exhale
Your meteorology,
Tornado hail,
Punching holes in my pale:
Your own rheumatology.
You’re The Great Wizard,
The man behind the curtain,
A man of higher degrees,
Heights meant for a bird.
Nights meant for work
Were a private party
For three.
If I’d had half a mind
I would’ve called you out,
But days after
They took me off the ventilator,
You were about,
I was bipolar;
You went out,
I stayed sober.
You left
I wept
While Death
Swathed himself
Around my neck
But not before a strand
Of his slack noose breath
Slithered into my ear a Blacktooth
Grin:
“It’s a short walk
To the Hangman’s Deck,
Yet
There are no more steps
Taken than those to Neverland.”
