Moonlight Sonatas

These are the words spilling out before me
All irrational metaphors for the truth I can never have.
A soft quiet pruning to these feathers falling falling down.
I am
The addict.
Vomiting emotional withdrawl.

These are the lovers to leave me.
The hidden romance of my friends.
And symbols unfold and bow down
To tears and laughter and nothings.


There’s a scar upon your
Left shoulder.
Telling you everything’s all right.
There’s a lover by your side now.
My wonderful brother
And there’s a glare from the moonlight
Reflecting in wings about you.
Your car windows dare to outshine you.
And oh.
How I wish everything was alright.

Is there a place past these pedestals
Buildings of brick and gold?
A love we’re trying to find.
A book in another language
A dream from another time.
I want to be something right for myself.
Everyone is paper mache next to you.
Melting in the fire
Screaming truth.

Is there a place past New York?
Not so far to not see you.
But just enough to not find us again?
Some bullshit picket fence paradise
Or another third story tenement hotel?
The mobiles are enough.
Fake nails and boys and birthday balloons.
I’ve had enough of you.

We’re too beautiful for cameras
Too beautiful for lights.

-Music in Regine, 2007