Thursday Mourning Fires

Forfeited all lingerings of power past existed

For the salvation inscribed on our Epitaph

Was the prophesied fable of three months

An abundance of an ask for thine who had fallen

out of grace and favor of the higher plane

Cemented in the hallway on tattered upholstery

Drunkenly regurgitating stories forgotten of 38 hours prior

As ears rung and became silent from the blast of the bombs

- your absence ever so clear in the smoke hung around my neck a tie; ever so tight, as to never release

Forty minutes out of Queens

The Expressway Promenade Interstate Perversion

of our North-Side Two Step

Which face did you recognize in the passenger seat?

Illuminated by the increasingly hazy red lights of the Boulevard

My confused self-sacrifice for a hopeless third act redemption 

85 MPH up Northern Boulevard

Robert F. Kennedy your guardian over the East River

Unfathomably lost drowning in your sunken pupils

Morality Undone - Shifted my reality all for You

Karmic Comeuppance 

For none of my masqueraded ploys won the WAR

As my alliances collapsed by Sunrise - 

You stood on ruins two feet away

I was solely ever an amalgamated vision

Down the cellar hall

Of a fantasy 

Once Craved;

Seldom Remembered