believe

the infamous golden backwalls
whisper murder in the third
dublin, auckland, havana
places, faces, dreams
catalog sign on destiny
like a splashing mass
in an ocean depth
assigned to listening
to second best
deviled combinations
like 8,12, 16
compose the finest notes
until curtains call
and the ripe has sung
every chord under
a blistering sun
that last aria of
spring
calls a mocking witness
to believe
excelsis in deo

fake it

the rooftops finally begin to evaporate
the same way energy sheds inches
something poignant is at hand
the dying lung knows
and dear prudence doesn't
wounds get licked
thoughts find resting places
while desires burn
the midnight pyre
she yells out a rain spotted window,
"and don't overlook the past"
oh, that funny thing
of sucking expectation
through a straw
while ambition
sits on the plate,
untouched.