Aubade IV / East

Aubade IV / East

I look toward the East
I look at that shimmering river

I look at the great Sun gracing it

I look at my hands

I look at them as I have not looked before

I look at their glow

I look at the patterns of my skin

I look at the blood flowing

I look at the veins and joints

I look toward the East

I look at all least of the Sun

I look, yet, at the Sun

I look at the Sun

I look at how the Sun

Has never looked at me

Until I, after all, and nothing at all, I saw...

— M.M.

A Conversation

« You have done so many wrong things »

"I have. I must ha... At least I think I have.

I must have...?"

« But all that you did was, well... »

"Well, what?"

« Well, there's a knot to all things. And your knot

» has this twist that keeps twisting for a direction.

» And this is a knot of something. »

"A knot of what, exactly?"

« Hmm. I'm not sure, but by the Sun's diurnal wealth,

» I would wager it's the daggers and the noose around your neck. »

"What the fuck? So, both mean death?"

« Hahaha. Death?! Death?!

» Death is love; Love with Life »

"Maybe... death..."

To Lucky 13 (Pt. 1)

The first time—I don't even remember

All I remember was that I remember

That it was a quite time—that's all I hardly remember

And yet, I kept going back

And have kept going back because

I've always loved all the peoples

All the dancers, all of them, and all their

Hearts

But, in all luck and love, it's been

Luck and love that makes me feel love

For Lucky 13 Saloon

And, if nothing else, it's because they're have been

Friends and bartenders and everyone

In between

Who have been

And all been 

Just a little better than me

And everything in between

For a little something in between

Is what I believe we want to all see

– M.M.

Breaths

I've taken breaths and breaths and

        One further breath every single time

But a breath won't change this breath of mine

Y'know, I sometimes stay up to see the

        Sun rise (sometimes on time)

But the sight of it—it doesn't make me feel fine

I sometimes wonder if there are others

        Who also wonder, and think of time

Of that fucking tick, tick, tick-tocking of time

The clock that I know is the ticking and tocking

        Of my own fine

When death decides to come kind and tell me it's right

– M.M.

Talking to Death

This is to Death:

"You bastard, you fiend!

You've laid all your shadow

Over the core of my heart

Death:—

The proximal lacerations of your swings

Still sting and radiate outward and inward

The way you cling and fasten yourself

To any light lit so luminously in the dark

Disgusts me

Death:—

Even you must die

Even you must destroy yourself"

– M.M.

Love (Iteration 2)

To love

And be loved

Is all of my Law

– M.M.

Love (Iteration 1)

Oh, how Love can be so exquisite

So divine and so otherworldly

And yet... so nebulous...

When she walked into the room, I thought:

"How graceful she is, how accented by the light"

I walked toward her and thought to myself

What to say, what I should say to her

And nothing came to me

I thought of nothing that would stir her mind

– M.M.

Depression (Iteration 12)

It is all in the dreams, my dreams

It is all in the nightmares, my nightmares

It is when you wake, when I wake

It is when you live, when I live

It is your life, my life

It is your life, my life

– M.M.

"The World can wait"

Based on a real dream I had a few nights days ago

"The World can wait..."

Is what I thought after I saw her there

After we held hands

And when we talked till the Sun rose

I cared little for everything else

All else, beyond that place we were

As we held hands

We spoke to others at some point

But they I all now forget

I forget everything except

When we held hands and

I kept believing this—

This that I said, that:

"The World can wait"

– M.M.

"We fought the good fight"

We fought the good fight
Fought the uncaring world; we against all

And still the world said, "No."

In our hearts we believed we were right

Right and steadfast against all

And still the world said, "No."

We had no weapons, none of bite

It was right and justice that became our call

And still the world said, "No."

It will be time and time's might

That will show that life and life alone is all

And if the world says once more, "No."

We will say far more—far more—than simply: "No."

— M.M.