gnomic aorist

Where once were words
Now lay bent bits of iron
Rusted as rain that passed
With gently falling blows

It could have been a kiss
Wiped away over time
This moment for now
This promise of tomorrow

She has a plan I think I see
A legend in legerdemain
I follow her fine fingers
Entranced by my entrance line

Draw the curtains; dim the lights
As I sing this song of fallen heroes
So we when so we wan
Pinned here as I am on spike

Tattered tethered bits of text
Torn on torms twisted out
Our sightline foreshortened
By a cruel teaser falling in

I have become her old lovers
Reaching out beyond the past
In a feeble effort to get a taste
Of as are now and always

So do ruins run to the sea
Grain by grain of falling sand
Only in our old stories
Is there ever any answer

They say the neon lights are bright
And there’s always magic in air
I wish I could see them now
Blinded as I am by copulating snakes

Ah Aneas; or whoever you are
You want to her it all don’t you?
But will you listen and learn,
That is the question.