Jacque's Toast

"The world was a series of fleeting gratifications" (DeLillo)

Unspoken softly, the smooth silent story  spills the secrets. The glow of the moon  reveals all, yet, starry skies tell lies in response to my cries The seconds slip by, drip-drop into the sea, swishes fwish krrrrksh crescendos to the break, crux achieved through beads of raging glory  O hearken, heed, my angelic one:  a spoken story of heaven and hell and of tolling bells; the beggars music,  they tell Who’s story must be tell'd, i sit  shivering shaking  sobbing in the cold, sipping slipping stripping goes tongue, mind  body, soul flies away, splinters, cascading oh slamming, into the shining sun, exploding her rays  staying until the day fades, But the night will not come Share with me your heel of bread, a side of your bed, second skin you shed. I used to be one of you,  before i was dead. ...