Today

Today is my Birthday – but that doesn’t matter

Time worthy of only one day would cause my legs to break

And grass to grow over the mausoleum.

 I am the image you never frame – but keep anyway,

With one too many edges,

A form of inevitable perplexity 

I say “genesis comes during dusk”

And endure the breeze one moment too long.

 They tell me to exclaim “yes” to the heavens

But I say “no” and feel unrestricted.

From Weaver to Takei I am lost in unusual dreams,

I look at my pictures and feel more lost than ever

Of white carnations dyed blue and emotionless eyes

I hear gasping worse than death –

The tragedy is in the attempt to stay past your due,

Not the conclusion.

I try to attempt because I cannot choose

86,400 seconds to remain standing,

I tumble and weep and find solace in antithesis,

Because the tights will always have runs in them

Yet, I remain.

Lost is never alone and singular is just a perspective,

The carnation is me.

I cannot be yours – but I cannot belong to me either –

I say “attainment comes during daybreak”

And wait to see your face.