Goldfish of the Night written in 1999 for Keystone Garden
Do you beseech the amber battlements betwixt yonder caskets
Amid aged pastry handles intently averting our marbled houses
And abandoned answers believe the escape of death from Eden’s fire
With a bare autumn blanket wandering by the southern spotted squirrels
Where the abyss of an ancient attic bludgeoned the grotesque lady king
Do I believe in the bend of their sword swallowing the wavering mountains
Or did I address their blistering coal as it divorced their fashionable lantern
When the goldfish of the night nickname a snowman’s swimsuit after our sisters
After a nuclear secretaries mugging of a stalker’s prophecy of defiance in excess
Does an anti-social, anti-hero commit his detachment of the heartless nightmare of justice
When the felonious fever of adornment dumping mannequins in the lush mecca of polluted neglect
And the barren chariots cease to bring the corrupt flock of forsaken sheep
Do we cradle a deep fabric of frozen jasmine or embrace the lingering honey of recklessness
But we all admire the brightness of the cradle dance in the everlasting festival of travel