my eyes glisten just thinking of writing this 

a month later and i’m still fragile over you

a month later and i’m still focused on you

dorothy, toto and sophia; one is me, one is truth, one is you

did they tell you what a force you were?

takes a force to take a force

for what you deserved and what you were

I was forced to leave them all

tickled my spine, jigged those knees

please optimistically transfer her into me

desperate to discuss the novel fear of the wheeze

with someone who isn’t so desperate to please

please remember her for how she made you feel

not how it felt to lose her,

not how it felt to see the channel 5 news:

nameless at first, riddled with dark intuition

icy negroni and a yellow puffy jacket,

flower over pen, but also pussies and pens

yes, windowpane, i fucking remember

how sweet it all used to be

lacking any preordered premonitions,

disgraced by my own ambition

false and lonely dedication

abandoned by you, by them, by intuition

flack from my own ego,

cruel farce from the boys club,

way up you go,

fighting for the ignored nub

swirling embraces superimposed onto city skylines,

which are which?

overlapping the stars and lights of the horizon

who used to be which?

witches fly on the wind,

lovebirds float in the air,

fireflies dance above the bushes

knock quietly, she is watching everywhere.

spinning flying doll joined by her prince tarzan gulliver

together found in the ether,

some of the best love between woman and man

“she looks like a dancing star”

love can fall apart but it doesn’t go away,

debris becomes all consuming,

mimicking beauty by creating pain

love can fall apart but it doesn’t go away.

a new barrage of celestial chores with him,

waking up the galaxy with smiles and cocktails

drawing cats out of constellations