espejo de pared

[stag afterglow]

Dawn scrapes the lid off the sky.
Having confessed not once not twice
But thrice. Another shot of vodka for my pains.
Purple lines married to yellow tears
Slice through the firmament. So
We danced. We fell over in our stupor.
We night tailed through taxi midnight.
We imbibed. We ascended the stage, were
Displaced, loved, neglected, revered.
We did all those things and more. You and
I. And it''s morning and once again I
Appear to have survived and the Finchley
Futon is kind to my back. Creosote spangles
Teardrops. Light is made of whites and blues.
The fancy dawn is put to bed.

Un espejo de pared looms boxed.
Los albicelestes came through.
I cheered unlike a montevidean.
In a british accent. Shout at the
Devil in the screeen, throw foreign
Words like a turn. Saying things
Drunken makes them sound like
Fluency to an untrained ear. Half
A line, how do you cut it and confess
Confess confess. But the priest fails
Me, so I chastise him, regale him with
Insults, wait for the bus, the bus
Will take us home, no matter our sins.
No matter our home. No matter.
The bus that will bring us together
When atoms melt. Welcome to
The stag. Use the Horn to counter
The Fear. Try and make par.
Wind up the bride. Do your thing.