10 Apr

Transvestites in the night

Today, your best friend told me everything
Succession is a sweet escape from the night
When once in a dream you hoped
for trials and misfortunes for a night
Of staircase conversations

Trust…
Scream the carnival jokers
Believe…
Scream the night marauders

High and babbling, believe the untrustworthy
Schemers, and tonight
Bathed in the cool grey of the moon
Beneath stars and gawdy lies
I hear the crickets,
And the hills…mountains of deep grey ice,
Calling to me, beyond all pretenses
one with the trees,

Come home to us.
Come home.