The Palace Quickly

the hand that grasps the deep dark sea
singes your heart when filled with daylight
you know there’s something going on
behind the scenes of the indignant cinema
behind the screen
behind the night

we feel all the pain, all
the anger & despair
all the umbrellas painted with loneliness

the hand that grasps the deep dark sea
singes your heart when filled with daylight
& you
see eyes light a flame in the lantern of the moon
flickering
green & blue & silver
a goblin cathedral of stars in motion
slicing the moon in thirds
never

never ever forget the lost
dances we choreographed when
we last forgot our blood & sugar
you know there’s something going on
sweet slipping past
no finer carnival than
saying farewell
saying farewell to the rotten fruit of the heart