Poem for Day of the Dead

I want my old lover

the one with the juvenile fish

Goth henchman face

four-dimensional forum

he said I love you over and over

he coaxed for my confession

I said no

swirl that June room

doll house all night

Mazzy Star in a twin

you devised laughing

you designed a fuck that feels like summer games

are you maudlin tonight

I love you I love you

I love you

we met when I was real

strung up on midnight clouds

a hundred feet high

gown on the grass

when I sent that message

he was up so fast

he left his words down there

and straight to bed

he was skinny and I was not

hang me by the ribs

I love when you're a joker

give me the joker grin again

I'll use my old tricks

you said you don't need those

that mob was wrong

we walked hand in hand

on secret street

do you mind declaring your love

to the whole class

I'm sure everyone would like to know

what blinds you

in this fusty hall 

I've never caught eyes

across a ghost town

or seen a boy wake up

and a man fall asleep

I've never seen a cigar smile

I didn't know you could

gamble here

(a legend at the puppet show

he held my hand behind your backs

backstage

someone said you two

look good together

would you take him home

I said no)

oh my god, I don't think they know

no incubus in the basement

still at the bar waiting

I'm no detective—

it's never who you expect when you're suspecting

now you're hanging and I'm coming home

I don't think you knew

I loved you I loved you

I loved you