What Goes Up

Apparently I had a beautiful life
She so reassured in a hushed phone
I, hearing the stone under the steps
Grip the frail rail and flashlight forward
Torching the wills she serial kills

The writing is on these spills
In hieroglyphic, mystical
Spasmodically done
Hibby hib hibso mandastory lumb.
“Emfrettered I chopsnuld end querroust em stum
Inschtelph doane me unstruck
Eiser vachneer Eisagang
Weerst chuppled, weerst chubbred
Ways of power and glory
Hibby hib hibso lumb
End querroust mandastory”

What is that crack of light that rays?
Into a vent of air and praise?
Profundity, solemnity, mandatory me.
And I have a beautiful life apparently
That cannot be shared or as yet, be free.


© 2003 Once and Future Poems