Spoken Word

We held hands on the last night of earth
Our mouths filled with dust
We kissed in the fields and under trees
Screaming like dogs
Bleeding dark into the leaves
It was empty on the edge of town
But we knew everyone floated along
The bottom of the river
So we walked through the waste where the road curved
Into the sea and the shattered seasons lay
And the bitter smell of burning
Was on you like a disease
In our cancer of passion you said: death is a midnight runner

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide
We picked up the shards and formed them
Into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress
The echoes of the past broke the hearts
Of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
If you would accompany me in a quick fall
But you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two

I rode alone. You said: the cinders are falling like snow
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty
Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence
Of blue and grey
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names
In the flesh of the city
The sun has stagnated somewhere
Beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is
A mystery of curves and lines
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward
And somewhere in the middle in the wilderness
We found salvation scratched into the earth like a message