calire ii

behold the hyperdrive of the Pleides

your darling royal hair

those were diamonds that were your eyes

streaming into your blue blood...

cut off the heads of the Immortals, they

drown the fortunes of the old

cut off the swift excellence of your blood

and bleed their sorrows of violence.

so stupid are they

these fucking morons

their aryan boldness is nothing but a sham

destroying the lives and fortunes of immigrants.

sail home, my love, my soul...

your hair blossoms in folds, delicately made into forms

by maidens.

how i adore your gorgeosity,

your eternal nowness

your finesse

your body

lineaments and stretches of your center

empty, eclectic

and so silent

like snakes dancing on the head,

cut off the head of Medusa,

then return to your skin of buds

curved in time to bend the stretches of being

into form.

your lips as darling to johnny depp as mine.

did you know marlon went crazy

after streetcar,

went homeless in the nowness

snuck into various places and slept with

anonymous women.

do you know what marlon told me?