I wonder why

I wonder why I look toward the sun
When it flings me back and makes me fall

And that fall drops me in the depths of the ocean

The ocean that is cold and deep and cruel and dark

There in that cold, deep, cruel, dark abysss

I wonder why I look toward the sun

- MM

I stopped wanting to see

I stopped wanting to see
I stopped wanting to taste

I stopped wanting to hear

I stopped wanting to smell

I stopped wanting to feel

The arch of my being has

Not understood before more than

This sense of

Love

A love that disrupts all senses

A love that is all-encompassing

Because

It seems

Love is simply

Life

"I counted Loved"

I counted Love
And I thought I saw four

Till I realized that

Love was not a number

I crossed my self

I crossed my self

My faith was not mine

Because what was mine

Was really everyone else's

Faith

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.