so much like all those souls
Jack usta scribble about
the simple tradgedy of the beast
wide in the hips
and drunk eyed
and the here, this is the awkward line
a new kind of glistening magic
with these peaceful eyes
so mercury
and that one holy thing
luminescence
wisdom and war and a statuette of Athena
dissolve the world
the setting sun is an atom bomb
talkin bout killin dreams quietly
in the dim late night haunted light
wrap it all up in bed sheets and appendages
till its simply you in the moonlight
cuz tomorro the wide world might shine a little less
as she holds on to the sensation of flight
as thick copper bells
when something beautiful dies