peace be upon you, and
peace be upon the whores
and the transvestites
standing at roadsides
from their run down
built on swampy land
uneven, but it’ll do
peace upon them
from their anuses
to their rectums
peace be upon them
even when they’re drunk
or running from the pigs
bless their feet
pray for me, for
my own peace of mind
This morning the sun rises slowly to meet the sky.
The singing birds freeing their wings from slumber.
As the sun rises clamly, I retreat into my bed.
As birds sing and prance, my mind wanders.
The morning breeze fondle the leaves of trees.
This morning the flowers are like memories.
As the calm wind softly blow, I go.
As the flowers come alive, I die.
I die with the rising sun,
I die with its warmth.
I die and birds sing,
I die in their melody.
I die whilst the wind stream,
I die quietly, without screams.
I die with the scent of blooming hydrangeas,
I die peacefully knowing summer loved me.