beloved, he is not of this earth
but i can live with it
he eats fire for breakfast
fields for lunch
and drinks rivers for dinner
beloved is not of this earth
but i can live with it
his eyes are snow globes
his lips unexplored mountains
his neck,
a valley
cannot be traversed
and his body are ocean depths
beloved, he is not of this earth
but i can live with it
his skin proudly devours ink
his laughter, gunshots to the head
his words ring like rapiers of old
defiant, reckless, bold
beloved is not of this earth
but i can live with it
he breathes memories
walks in dreams
and dies in reality
for ralph
may 28, 2010
8:56 am
