commissary/mars

i. 

friday is commissary

coffee is currency 

your lips are music

which all but saved

me-

not religious, 

transcendent-

a walden pond 

in heaven

exists

as a rough relief, 

a harsh yet lovely

contrast to this

iconoclast 

thing-of-the-past

hell

is worse than 

dante or blake

could’ve ever

imagined 

and purgatory is a waiting room

ii.

who will slay this dragon? 

iii.

this is what time it is

yet it’s poor weather

or not we are together

i am with you

are my favourite 

star, a constellation,

a planet to rival mars