I will earn your summer flowers

And I will weep you, willow white.

I will cross out midnight hours

Drawn paper and coffee candlelight.

I’ll ride the ember soot and sunder train,

Under the light of lantern lune and sky

Past thousand-eyed titans glowing slow pain,

Caging sinners with prayers to pry

Flashbulb entrances, Platforms One to Five

Over and over, grinning ghouls with the clouded faces,

Carrying checks and bookmarks and feeling alive,

Past Platforms Five and Unknown, untouched places

I’ll stir your coffee, cut your paper, seal the deal,

Hold your bedfellows, stroke your arms and flowers

Down with drunken death off mattress love, we feel

The wandering waltz of the bed maid for her hours

We pay St. Somewhere’s bill with billowing blood,

With midnight sunshine and torrential star storm

They’ve locked the doors before the flood

And we are left there on the platform