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.