poetry, one supposes (evenstar@gmail.com)
stormrosedream, I watch your petals twist through gales more severe and beautiful than even your eyes everything about you is a tragedy and a triumph that fills my heart and seeps through its cracks trickles downwards to my fingertip and through your malice, your beauty, your wonder I breathe you in — inspiration, oh cynosure dearest with you, with you I could even fall in love.
the world's gonna catch on fire, they say I could fear and I do but I'd rather walk forward and catch that blaze myself take me with you, mama! set me free, every atom to become, once again — to change into stars worlds planets others there must be another world after this after the conflagration days and I believe this, like holding a flame on my tongue— it's gotta be better than what we never meant to set alight. let me catch it, too let me go with you.
don't cry, Kudryavka you're not alone out there starwards heading more than a cosmic flash amongst the space junk I hear your transmission my soul's there with you we'll run through starfields through the static of missed signals until we find something better than the Earth that ejected us we'll whirl like satellites of love somewhere we belong amongst the foreverness eternal, happy so don't cry, Zhuchka
call me Aurora, for I smeared the red ink staining my fingertips wishing goodbye to Ruby Tuesday as the eighth time dawned and I fell like a dying star too shattered for the sky to hold “goodbye, Sarajevo...”