The Yesterday.

“I see an alligator in the sky. There’s blood on her claws and her skin is as dark as night. It’s dusk and she’s waiting at the shore. Her stomach shimmers, than rumbles across the sky. There’s a falcon perched, high upon the half-full moon.”

She left today.

Now it is done.

Alone in my hole with my miners hat on.

Again there’s oil on my hands and the mud is never gone.

You always want to give credit where credits due.

But in this day and age communication is taboo.

The pain lasts for more than a moment.

Tiny shards of glass drop from the sky.

Pierces their naked skin as they stand alone in showers under lights dim.

Their bleeding hearts never to beat together… again.

Let us set sail while the winds of fate are still with us.

Leave behind the short memories.

Make haste into the dark night.

Double the ferryman’s pay and die once more.

Don’t resist opening that door.

Fall face first down the steps.

Deeper and deeper into despair.

Reaching and grabbing and hugging at empty air.

Forget the times time was forgotten.

Crash into the future with reckless abandon and let what’s left of your broken hearts fall to pieces.

In a perfect arc, the hunters arrow burns across the night sky.

The gasoline soaked seeds have been sown in the golden fields of rye.

Under the burning arrow, two knights fight.

Bare-skinned and naked, their suits of armor shimmer under the moonlight.

Their masks they still wear as sparks from their clashing swords fall unto their heads.

We are the warriors.

From deep in side the darkest place.

We fight the night.

Where the sun never rises and you can never fall.

The seasons never change and we’re alone in the coldest of them all.

Albino cobras slither under the falling snow.

Spitting a venom that cures the pain…

But resets the brain.

Tick…

Tock…

Times…

Stopped…

Here I are.

Alone again.

Goldless and crownless.

A jester in the court of the insane.

Looking for asylum from the world outside.

Crowds of crazies made by me.

While looking for thee I,

I found thee.

Three be the angle and we’re lost in ourselves.

Misplaced the plot where the hatchets been buried.

There’s no more wood for the fire.

I and I have begun to eat our own.

Tastes of salt, ache the head.

Watered down versions of past selves.

Blinding echos of lightning thunder across thine I’s.

Through I’s hand.

Through I’s heart.

Out I’s leg.

Yet stuck in I’s head.

Empty horses swim across rivers of floating dead.

Sailfish with fire in their eyes fly from cloud to cloud over the hunters arrow.

In the distance,

An invisible scorpion trots tracks in the dunes.

With eyes closed I see it’s golden poison tipped tail.

Open claws aim for I, but it is I who see.

A vibration in the air.

A chill in I spine.

I spy a flame falling from the night sky.

The hunters arrow passes thine I.

On track to snatch the life of the scorpion until a flaming dove plucks it out of the air.

I and I souls have met again.

Destined to repeat the unknowable dance.

With two left feet, the wrongs make it right.

Uncover the blood stained hatchet.

Create the void and leave that space.

Circle back around and fight the night.

Together’s never better, let’s cover more ground.

Five meridian spread, I and I make no sound.

Let I see if thy gasoline soaked seeds have been sown into the deep.

The hunter is out of arrows so he fights the knights with his knife.

With a heavy blade he carves I name into the skin of the sane.

Too soon, the madness began.

Drunk off cobra venom, poison passion, and a love for the blood, we three dance.

A spider floats in on a string and she’s hungry for something within.

With meticulous caution she weaves a web that’s razor thin.

With masks still on, the knights have lost their vision.

First the hunter gets stuck and she crawls to him.

With her 8 powerful legs she gives him a spin.

She kisses his lips and sucks his spirit from the outside in.

One by one the knights grow dim.

One falls down, into the snow capped field to be consumed by the lurking cobras.

They slither to the five points, making their way to the spine.

The flaming dove drops the arrow into the scorpions claws.

He touches the tip to his poison tipped tail and throws the deadly arrow into the broken heart of the still standing knight.

An alligator drops down from the sky.

Lighting flashes inside her universally black belly.

The flames of the pigeon reflect off of her onyx teeth.

She swallows her whole as the snakes below eat the knights brains in entirety.

A falcon swoops down from the moon and snatches the invisible scorpion from the dunes of endless time.

Dodging the webs of lies and the poison tales.

Worlds upside down, flip-side straight.

Laughing in the fog.

The light reflects off the smog.

It’s heating up.

Seeds of gasoline giving birth to petroleum dreams.

The beasts are outside.

So long as I and I keep the fire inside safe I and I are.

Spiders crawl to new lengths, floating eight eyes high and eight legs higher.

The gator catches fire.

In the dusk the world is insane.

A purple flame shoots from the tail of the rising falcon.

The falcon drops the scorpion above the head of the flaming gator.

Atomically exploding scorpions the center of I and I’s universe.

It’s the same old song.

Clouds of mushrooms rain down onto the freshly fertilized fields of broken hearts.

Skeletons of I’s past scream across radioactive skies.

Long down, now up, the rains have come.

Into the eternal night I and I grow.

From the shit of lives past.

Underneath the fading glow of the waning moon.

-The Yesterday

Captain Fresh

1-2-2020