I wonder if this awkward creature would notice me the way I notice him.
He's so tragic at his throne
I stare after him longingly.
He never realizes that I'm the one
Who forever basks in his brilliant beams.
If only he knew how much brighter he could burn
He'd light up the universe.
I heard him speak of thirst, once.
The quenching lust of the stars had run dry.
So that night, I brought along a jar of acid.
(And how it gleamed in his glow).
I handed it to him, wrapped in taffeta ribbons,
I wish curdling joy
On my gurgling boy
I love his eyes, now
Clouded white like milk from a poisoned tree
And his throat,
Swollen and clotted
And his lips blue as the
I try to get him to laugh but
His body is stuck and
And so the poor beast stands paralyzed
While his children rise out of the sea
enormous wings crackling outwards,
a new patch of life as
the soil becomes thick with blood.
When the sun sinks, the earth's skin crawls;
Retrieving, coiling up quickly,
from flowers to the bones of birds-
closing and caving inwards.
A pompous toast to my man in the sky
Drown the last of us but,
You can never give them the thrill
the climatic jolt
that I could.