Magnificant is a patchwork word,
a lonely word,
a tripping over my mattress-tongue word.
Mag- is great,
is grand,
is a 500 piece band
in pressed black suits
without a care
without a wife
without a life
just the music
wrapping around their hearts
like boa constrictors in the night
-cant is can’t without a ‘,
Chant without an h,
Canto without an o;
That last one is like a tree root,
It grows things that speak about singing,
about a mouth being a doorway, about an evanescent taste of eternity
brushing past our lips and into the cold air surrounding our
fragility
(-nifi- is just vacant letters inbetween)
Magnificant is a life lived well,
A perfect love,
A ringing bell,
Auburn hair wrapped up in a red bow
that falls around your shoulders,
Breakless porcelain crescendos,
Breathy fire songs carried in hand,
Bluefishes moving between the fusia ribboned rib-bones of death beauty,
Chutes drifting drearily downwards,
Chai tea in white cups,
Chiaroscuro painted across your face when the rain hits the window,
Duermo y sueño intensamente,
Dormant nomadic thought stranded,
Dorian’s mordant expression eating like causticity through fingertips,
Elongated sickness creeping quietly,
Effacing out each bitter pill,
Erasers coated in pencil blood and aborted conceptual realizations,
Free love bound with needs and rope,
Fucking emptiness to get warm,
Finding out that love is a disease for a soul’s piece of eternity,
Grinding my headbones to dust,
Gimp legs holding up the rust,
Greenish beasts playing in my ear so I hear it all just slightly wrong,
Hell as my home without a hearth,
Havoc cavorting across my skin,
Holier-than-thou specters without eyes-to-hear and ears-to-see,
Irish eyes enraptured and shattered,
Immolating tendrils of empathy,
I finding screams without joy and balance without grief,
Jacob’s ladder flashing past,
Jumping up and down on my lungs,
Jesus kissing me beside my ear and whispering that life’s less than a day,
Kilns crumbling inward and out,
Killing the crying out for enough,
Keepsakes stuffed under the bed because they cut deeper than razors,
Luminescent dreaming ‘fore morning,
Leeches turgid and clammy,
Licking my lips because I’m dry and tired and I want a cigarette,
Moody dark blue shadows,
Morbid trees without any green,
Me breaking stride because I’m sick of this band it’s just for the kids now,
Nouveau expressions pour menteurs,
Necromancy just to get out of bed,
Never wanting to leave the covers because they cover up the decay,
Opaque daydreams shot in film,
Oevrus built and burnt,
Occidentally perceiving the sun arising and falling down,
Purple bruises deep and wide,
Peeking out from underneath skin,
Pleading for synthesis with my recompense for my offense,
Queer incidence forgotten,
Queens dropping crowns down,
Queasy lady leaning and making a spectacle of herself in that dress,
Rail fences painted black and blue,
Racking the courses for the answer,
Raconteurs telling you a story that I never wanted you to hear,
Snapping back with bullet speed,
Sidling up here with scintillating ease,
Sighting where I’ve landed while my vagrant mind went adrift,
Tigers waiting for my back to turn,
Treating others like they treat me,
Truthful sincerity without a hinting shadow of false lies or redundancy,
Us without me or you,
Understanding one comes from two,
Usurping our thrones and making them stools to place our feet upon,
Veering to and fro and back to to,
Violent passion as gentle as you,
Vowing that I (that’s me, you see) will always love you (you poor lovely),
Wicker frames to house ourselves,
Woad to paint our hands together,
Water to wash away all the separate lies and pieces of the pain,
Xenoliths where we are inside,
Xylophones playing better songs,
Xenon floating inside the dumb lamp that I loved and you hated,
Zeroes and ones exiled to bed,
Zeniths of perfection instead,
Zen inside the walls of our selves attached unmistakably to each other.
Magnificant is the Great Song,
It is life’s bewilderment at beholding the veil and it’s barbaric YAUP when it peeks behind and beneath the cloth.
I am/you are/she is/he is/they are/we are All, Magificant.
The singing, dancing dead are we,
But soon we won’t need eyes to see.