Life is Beautiful
i would fall from heights
shaking Lucifer terrified
for Luna's starry skies to linger,
in a Jashar night, by your side.
floating on Chopin stroked ivory nocturnes
swimming in deep ruby pools of Pinot Noir
dancing on your flowering lips,
sweet with vanilla cigarette smoke.
life is beautiful.
phosphorus waves of purple patches
carry me from seas of stormy eyes
onto shores sanctuary with blue skies
harbored in your sheltering arms.
brighter than painted pages
singing lullabies in the city of angels,
blinded dizzy by the light shining
through the iris of your eyes.
life is beautiful.
punctured bicycle on a hillside
spread by skyscraper flames
burning my humble log cabin existence
halcyon falls to ash on the ground.
chopped mountaintop forest
crumbling down to street corners
begging for coins or breadcrumbs
and bleeding on pavements in darkness.
life is dreadful.
burst dam walls of crippling cancer
flow from drowning depths of hell
crashing high waters
washing away life's short circuit (un)certainty.
reading Dante at your bedside grave,
flowers lie dead on tombstones
spread in autumns cemetery
as you lay where i may never go.
life is dreadful.