The Human Remains

doublethink

I can erase your existence
just with the removal of my memories.
If you don't exist
inside my skull
then the world will forge your void.
Outside of me
is a world created by
the way I see it.
Everyone and everything
is affected by me
and my interpretations.
The moon is never new.
About every four weeks
I pull it from the sky
and skip it on the waves of an ocean
that will never bare you from shore to shore,
only swallow you on my command.
The broken pieces
of glass in the sky
are just that,
reflecting at night
the light that bounces
from the planet
on which I live.
I’ll soon remove them
and have total darkness.
I’ll soon remove you
and have total peace.
You won’t even know
you’re gone
until I can’t remember
your name.

Your redness doesn’t belong
solely to you. The redness in you is the redness of lips
after they’ve been kissed for hours.
And you reside in the sweater she wore
on Christmas.

You are painted gold
and your gold is beautiful
but it’s not solely yours.
The gold you wear
is the tint of blonde hair
of a girl pouring two glasses of wine.
Your gold is yours
but it’s also the necklace
that gently rests around her neck.

The green in your roots
is most certainly yours
but it’s also the shade
that leaves me entangled
in her eyes.

You are certainly your own being
but you would be nothing
without her.

independence

Please pull all of the feathers
from the wings of the angels
surrounding my bed.
Hinder their escape.
Pin them down.
Cut into their skin
and look at the light
residing in their limbs.
We’ll put each severed piece
under the microscope.
The structure of their tendons
and organs must contain
the angelic code.
We’ll soon figure out
what god is all about.

Once we sort all of this out
we’ll be able to save our own souls.
We will soon pray
to ourselves.