Eve’s offering with its new name
– Evening –
built upon waiting things
in which it all happens.

Heavied eyelids
dig up circumstances pirated
previous centuries ago. Eve dreams in specific rhythms
we have come to know
we are obviously always, anyway.

The kingdom alarms itself with garden spectres,
haunts which snake through sanctuaries. A prince
gets wasted in sunlight.

Unfortunately for our originals
they’ve been offered up with oleander
we are meant for repetitions, twisted with arcadian mass each and every time.
Eve’s offering is a new dark each night
and that is why we came
why we come
and why we’ll do it all over again.

April [11/15]