(Letter to Miss Lantern)
"WILL YOU TAKE ME THERE? WOLF OF SILVER"
flow inside me and reach the friends that could always tremble, a dead place of sand...
"oh it hurts my dear, twisted and painful, always want it to go away, the agony that awaits us all...."
Soft light, oh dear Miss lantern teach me, teach me to learn how to light the candle of the world...spare me nothing, just another world that you want me to go to my dear...You left me...atop a tree...to pick the leaves off the ground, and to find my way home. I am writing to tell you this because I see it is totally important that the memories in my head are giving me evil thoughts...nothing that I follow is followed, if you only listen to me and had never wanted to create the living effect, that makes me so violently ill...
Oh My miss Lantern you I have missed with all of my heart...inside the hospital, a bible that the drunken priest put in your mouth, tastes like honey...sleep in my bed...have a heavy heart in my place..and a mind as lucid as water, drip drip drip into the bowl of attrition....receive the thoughts that drain away...Miss Lantern...my enigmatic lesbian...my Lady Jane Grey that I love, I tell you of my love, that the force inside of me yearns to break away and reach out to you. Leave all of the paper and leaf that surrounds your desk....I placed ink all over your desk...and it dosen’t deserve my attention since it will some how tell me of the lurid thoughts...fantasies, and the erotic sequences that flow through your mind all day....oh! your beautiful, your pretty..your the little flower that adorns my over coat.....I will die in your arms....know this...most of all...I shall never stop thinking of you.....and if the purple velvet of lost youth scratches my face....then you must take away the power that resides inside, if me...Miss Lantern.....I am dying........take my head..and eat it.....
You were thrown into an earthen ditch for all the cats from the gazeebo to watch and see, keep vigil all night as the clothed people in the burnt house scribble their fake names upon the walls so childishly, laugh you evil people and see the books that will come of your hands, no no no no! I will not allow it..and I will make the grass glow with thorns.....Im going to sit and wait...for hundreds of years...the dance of the butterflies.....so smooth and quiet.....the dead nun sits around the gazeboo...look at the photo...look at her skeleton, Miss Lantern...I am so scared..will you take me again? will you cut my hands off and throw them onto the kitchen floor....and let the little girl with the flaxen hair play with them.....the blood will spill on her dress...she will return home for tea with milk of magnesia...how lucky we are...a man of devastating intensity will wait for all of us.
They are going to know my Miss Lantern, that you hold the little girl at night....while the father sits in his chair laughing at nothing....let me take you far from this place.......leaving only happiness...I promise thee...you will be happy only then....Im slipping into it.......water of bread.......I offer you the poems of the little girl so small and fragile.....red brick house so tall and burnt....gone now....gone always.....don’t blame me.....blame the invisible me......I hear you breathe...I always here you breathe.....then if that would be all my bright Lantern....I will dance inside of the attic of the house...when it burns......your heart will light the fire...and I will dance until the very cold flames reach me...touching my soft skin.....it will make me laugh, falling onto the floor......ravens will sit on my shoulder......I will sleep...... shout my name.....on every roof top....who will write the poems that I give to you?.......
