A Cocktail Napkin Epitaph

 

Strings queue pretty, as high smiles flow from mouths of decadence.

Cups begin to overflow as the table is set.

Hands clasp in contrast the violent young sings his own eulogy, eyes leaking from the years of being powerless.

Stained by the fires cooking.

Wrestled into life giving submission.

The light warms as he leaps into it's embrace.

His face exploding into books, and books full of photos among sands, dust, and time.

The stains run in unison downhill in judgment as they crawl, then wither, and fall.

The doors lock from the inside as one day bleeds into the next.

The choirs smile deep as the painted hues of death and dying numbly fall asleep.

Feathers fall in chains, the scent of life swirls in adventures of once forbidden things.

Here lies peace as joy exhausts the process.

The swollen divide falls into the sea.

The thunder of ex lives concaves in full collapse against the skyline.

Piano keys dance like teeth being shown off like when we were young.

 Murmurs of catacombs still.

Everything has changed, and we finally know what matters.

Exhales on the horizon.

Converge on the frontier.