Abandoned Magic

Abandoned Magic

I found a notebook full of imaginary words.

Places that never were,

Items that never will be,

Contained in this missive of grand design

Are clues and codes waiting to be deciphered by us.

You speak of communion and katharsis

like you know what they mean.

Practicing religion like a madman does not make you pure.

Only women bleed.


Abandoned by the sea again

empty shells surrounding me

I look up to the velvet sky

for planetary confirmation.

Stars nod their acquiesce

enveloping me in their light

surrounded by the balls of plasma

I breathe a heavy cross