A simple, metallic gateway
Keeps the dead from the living
Like a prison its inmates from
The save world, and right behind
These bars hide the saine world
Of flowers and bouquets
It could have been another ordinary morning
like all the other mornings of all these ordinary days,
but this morning was not like all these other mornings
because of its shape or more precisely my own shape
or more precisely the form of my body which was
quite deformed that morning in comparison with
all the other mornings because I found myself in
another body which was not the very same body
It is their freshness that hits me first
(the smell, the bright colors that recall
the innocence of a happy childhood.)
I was walking down the street,
The one that you love,
The one where we first did meet
Twenty two years ago
there’s the neon lights and the signs of passed deities
blessing me twice in the gloom illuminating my grazed knees
shaking pillars under a temple that is nowhere to be seen
or heard in the disordered symphonies of the after hours
Every morning, I heard the blue jay singing
and I sang with her. She waited for me
on her branch when I went to school and
we spent the day together. We were always
together, no matter what happened.
A full moon rising on a misty night,
Through the stained-glass windows,
A ray of light
illuminates the high altar where
Lucifer stands, waiting for me in his black tunic