Nobody is going to ruin me
If I have to I will ruin myself
I`ve spent too much time
Expended angelic energy
On my own disintegration to hand the contract over
To another now
As if it were
A finished painting
Needing only a signature
You are not going to get to me
You are never going to be with me
As once was
There will always be the poem
I will climb on top of it
And come
In and out of time
Cocking my head to the side slightly
As I finish shaking, melting then
Into its body, its soft skin
Is not a lie. I`m glad you are at peace,
But everything you know leads to ruins.
It`s a neat trick
My body rising above the city
Watching the boroughs recede
Into blots of pumice and amber, amethyst
It`s a harder trick
Turning love that`s lost in betrayal into something
Beside bitterness into anything beside this rage