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Bedtime

We held hands,
ignored the wet paint signs and slid down the rainbows anyway,
laughing like hooligans and painting the town prismatic.

Smoking crow angels in buzzing neon cathedrals
glanced up from their screaming corpse calliopes
as we shouted “Yahweh! Yahweh!” at the top of our lungs.

This has truly been the most remarkable day.

“Death has no say here” we cried,
even as we turned to skeletons before each other’s eyes
and watched moss grow on each other’s bones.

“Death has no say here” you said again
as ivy spilled out your eye sockets.
I cracked first.
Our laughter echoed off the jagged jade city edges
and woke the oil bats from their slumber
underneath the rusty rafters.

The ivy from your eyes
joins the ivy from mine,
and we watch each other’s bones
be reclaimed.

We have danced this dance many times,
you and I.

I will see you in the morning.

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If you liked this, check out my book of poems. Here’s an interview I did about it.

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I write about the end of illusions.

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