HAPPY STARS
the incendiary truth
I recall in the dark, a happy year had begun
for the glory of these chapters, we had hoped for
a collective wish or a new destiny
a bright starling
a golden farthing child named peace
and within the yearling wilderness we dreamed of
love to conquer all disease
my opponent that guileful cloud
I opened my arms, an apothecial — Grail
my self-chosen known upon the gale
that love never fails
the importance of the work, and choosing to be chosen
the flaw of being human, and choosing
humanity over immortality
nobility over humility
for both may end in the same empty ranking lot
profits to fill the coffers of false leaders
who scoff and when it all disappears
we poured unseen tears over an unread tragedy
the ending that was begotten of time
a crooked engineer
amending this burning of a book/not
by crafting redemption in the clothes of wholeness
being some kind of lamp post and a dove
from forever and from afar
and at last, as I rested these beside her, these pearls
of wisdom
I found myself with her, an amulet
the broken and unbreakable earth
the priceless and the unbreakable hearth
“When the pornographic Connors
turned away, into this wrecked asylum
trapped between the hapless noise and false
mind’s state”
Summerland at last, as we burned our sinners
glamorous and more than the richest Gods
a golden ogham, land of the hero, proud
and the winners of a dark unseen war.
were the true children of Helios, incident Ary
If only we were all Golden, self-chosen
as above seeking a new path forward and hopes held high
to come true, an end to cancer
for a child’s yearning for his father to answer
the sky, freedom, baptized in seawater
the creed in arbor
saw the sailor from the harbor