Long Day

Some eight monsters came out of hiding

hungry for a half-corpse

and yanked me from my bed

Vexed me to their hearts content

from my state of grace

Into the merry-go-round

of a heart that never ceases to thump

a mind with the will of bamboo chimes

They clothed me in desperation and sorrow

To join them in a jolly day’s work

of plucking petals from roses long dead

Their chivalrous kisses prick my fingers

Full agency over my story

Tales of triumph turned swan songs

How dare they

Dare they did make me walk, talk,

and think of things long gone

Comforting me

Saying that love persists

Giving me memories that do not exist