I would write of a Raven
But you have beaten me there
I would write of ozone electric
Buzzing on the air

I would write of the demon in my view
When the rest of heaven is blue

I would tell of the bells, bells, bells,
Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, BELLS…

But your madness precedes mine in the night

I would write of love
But you already know of that

I would sing of loss
But yours sits with me
All night
By the tomb

Waiting for some sign of life…
Some something
Heated and overripe…
To rise

I am no poet

I am
Merely a shadow
On night’s Plutonian shore.

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