Skies, Death Threats, Miserable Hope

You mustn't read this; I'm not kidding! Get off my lawn you pesky kids!

There is only one of me,

so how can I be lost in so many skies? 

So many phantom skies 

with screeching clouds, 

curdling and dying 

The anguished hope

of the laughing moon -

frantic, combustible, threatening

always to dive into icy waters

like just another pearl

My madness is the blunt 

scalpel that threatens to

lunge into the underbelly 

of the bulging ravens

with no beaks and only rain

Traffic lights send encrypted

messages to inattentive 

Earth-things that scurry 

under the perfect cauldron

of life death truth

and everything 

My name, lips and lungs 

gobble flaming light 

from the visage of an unhappy

cigarette, and like a drunken 

prophet

I sing the songs 

to usher in my own personal

rapture