the shadowed corners of a tapestry

[icarussuicide]

lecherous cat-calls
and parts bruised on a tar wing
treacherous pratfalls
and hearts fused to guitar string
i take my conversation with a bit of hard drink
and you do same
so recline and just let the tarot cards sink
sing me your name
sing me a song about the azure filter of a newly opened eye
write me a story about your wonder and how you slowly let it die
i know this place
i know your case
i know the notions and the swan song
i see a trace
of our perfect face
and still 'know' i could be dead wrong