There is a lonely phantom ship
she rides along highways into the dark
She carries away, with her flashing "201"
my love and my breath and my light
my angels, gossamer creatures
Who draw near and pull back with a hand on my chin
gently pulling it towards their light
as I push, oh i push! back into the dark
They blind me and leave me helpless
like a newborn wailing child
With silver spoons they eviscerate me
blindly, senselessly, as I say "Yes yes I loved it"

They come, and they go
And sometimes they will tarry in the doorway of my heart
and lean against my doorframe, where their lovelyness leaks from them
and stains it, so that I fear to leave through a portal of such purity
of glorious and unbridled spirit
lost to me, and found
in hearts that ride the 201

Poe, once
according to Illinois
dipped a quill through rivers of pulsation, that bucked and bridled
let loose with each heartbeat another stream, another spray
He set the quill to paper
and the devil smiled back at him
Well, I drew my fingers up the laughing arm
And said "Yes yes I loved it"
Home, then, for lonely nights and crazed soliloquies
That fall from my lips as his ink dripped from the quill
held in the hands of the doppelganger's doppelganer
who too left me, flew off on a different vessel
one that shat silver tracks behind it, permanent pathways to a further darkness
and I wanted to hold you, I wanted to hold anyone
but there was a part the angels had to go to

Chang'e keeps me company, in lonely parking lots
She does not blind me, she shows the city's crevices for what they are
Her sister wakes in the morning and warms the earth
but she cannot melt their traces on my doorstep
a navy soul, have I
dark blue expanding, filling, swelling until the laughing light shuts up
to only sink with the beasts of my potential
through waters inundated with cross-Pacific death

and my nerves jump, buck and sing
electrical impulses swimming up my arm
shaking as his did, though he laughed and said "thanks, it's nice you enjoyed it"
mine wail like a blinded newborn child
left empty by the sun, filled by the navy moon
waiting to be reaching through the deeper waters of dark
waiting to be added to by anyone brave enough to
waiting, waiting, waiting
and weeping while I wait