Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
Why do you go?
You leave this great city
Ruled by King Cicero.
What could be better
Than these streets paved with gold?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
Why do you go?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
Where do you go?
Do you leave to the mountains,
The hills, or the snow?
Where could you travel
That you've never known?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
Where do you go?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
What do you know?
Do you know of the sky
Or the great earth below?
How can you wander
Yet rarely get far?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
What do you know?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
How can you go?
When you know of this city
Ruled by Kin
As I hovered in the sky
but what should catch my eye
other than a black speck against the green grass sea.
I alighted in the waves
and what could I see:
Her skin was dark
Her smile was warm
and in Her eyes I saw Her soul.
Uncover your face
She asked of me.
I could not:
my mouth was fangs and blood
from the numbers I had fought.
Whispers from the thousands I had chased
Dripped from my pores.
My flesh is not flesh but flame
I cried
My eyes are not eyes but suns.
My wings are molten
My hands burn bright
But yet I am dim against your light.
She held my hands
and caressed my cheek.
If you think I am bright
She said
Then what must I think of yo
Sometimes
I think of poems in the shower
Lines stitch together seamlessly
Ideas flow easily
like water
from the showerhead
The words burn
in my chest
and overflow
until they drip
drip
drip
from my mouth
and follow the water down the drain
I am not a girl but a God.
I am the Remains of a Star
with Molten Gold for Blood.
I am the Ancestor of a Moon
that wanders through Space.
I am Creation.
I am Destruction.
I am Preservation.
I am Ruin.
I am the Being that brought Light into this World,
and I am the Being who will take the Light of this World.
I am the Northern Winds and the Northern Lights.
I am the Southern Skies and the Southern Plains.
I am the Western Peaks and the Western Trees.
I am the Eastern Sun and the Eastern Heat.
I am a Child of the Moon,
Sibling of Owls and Wolves.
I am a Child of the Sun,
Sibling of Crows and Cats.
I may be all this and more.
But I am not
They’ve got stars in their eyes
And the galaxy in their smile
With their tongue they speak lies
Because their beauty could not hide for even a while.
The plants once waged war
Just to whisper their name
And the sun warmed its core
With their grace all to blame
With every breath they take
The stars grow brighter
And every silence they break
Makes my burdens lighter
A whisper of words in pink
And a burst of laughter in blue
The stars blush and wink
When they smile as they do
The angels in the sky
By their word do abide
And if I were to die
I would want to be by their side
There speaks of an angel,
a destroyer of stars,
with galaxies caught in their jaws.
The moon hovers in their eyes,
one pale as snow,
the other darker than coal.
Their hair lies in tangles,
a dark web of curls
that ensnare straying planets too close.
The sun was caught on a string,
a glowing orb of light,
and now rests upon their neck.
A warm hand belies a cold heart,
but the brightest smile
could never hide their fangs.
What do you know of the affairs of machines?
The pumping of pistons,
The coiling of springs.
Oh, what do you know?
What do you know of the lives of machines?
The grinding of gears,
The toiling of cogs.
Oh, what do you know?
What do you know of the limitations of machines?
They never eat,
They never sleep,
They never lie,
They never cheat.
They
aren’t
prone
to
e
mo
tion.
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
Why do you go?
You leave this great city
Ruled by King Cicero.
What could be better
Than these streets paved with gold?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
Why do you go?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
Where do you go?
Do you leave to the mountains,
The hills, or the snow?
Where could you travel
That you've never known?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
Where do you go?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
What do you know?
Do you know of the sky
Or the great earth below?
How can you wander
Yet rarely get far?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
What do you know?
Hey Wanderer, Hey Wanderer,
How can you go?
When you know of this city
Ruled by Kin
As I hovered in the sky
but what should catch my eye
other than a black speck against the green grass sea.
I alighted in the waves
and what could I see:
Her skin was dark
Her smile was warm
and in Her eyes I saw Her soul.
Uncover your face
She asked of me.
I could not:
my mouth was fangs and blood
from the numbers I had fought.
Whispers from the thousands I had chased
Dripped from my pores.
My flesh is not flesh but flame
I cried
My eyes are not eyes but suns.
My wings are molten
My hands burn bright
But yet I am dim against your light.
She held my hands
and caressed my cheek.
If you think I am bright
She said
Then what must I think of yo
Sometimes
I think of poems in the shower
Lines stitch together seamlessly
Ideas flow easily
like water
from the showerhead
The words burn
in my chest
and overflow
until they drip
drip
drip
from my mouth
and follow the water down the drain
I am not a girl but a God.
I am the Remains of a Star
with Molten Gold for Blood.
I am the Ancestor of a Moon
that wanders through Space.
I am Creation.
I am Destruction.
I am Preservation.
I am Ruin.
I am the Being that brought Light into this World,
and I am the Being who will take the Light of this World.
I am the Northern Winds and the Northern Lights.
I am the Southern Skies and the Southern Plains.
I am the Western Peaks and the Western Trees.
I am the Eastern Sun and the Eastern Heat.
I am a Child of the Moon,
Sibling of Owls and Wolves.
I am a Child of the Sun,
Sibling of Crows and Cats.
I may be all this and more.
But I am not
They’ve got stars in their eyes
And the galaxy in their smile
With their tongue they speak lies
Because their beauty could not hide for even a while.
The plants once waged war
Just to whisper their name
And the sun warmed its core
With their grace all to blame
With every breath they take
The stars grow brighter
And every silence they break
Makes my burdens lighter
A whisper of words in pink
And a burst of laughter in blue
The stars blush and wink
When they smile as they do
The angels in the sky
By their word do abide
And if I were to die
I would want to be by their side
There speaks of an angel,
a destroyer of stars,
with galaxies caught in their jaws.
The moon hovers in their eyes,
one pale as snow,
the other darker than coal.
Their hair lies in tangles,
a dark web of curls
that ensnare straying planets too close.
The sun was caught on a string,
a glowing orb of light,
and now rests upon their neck.
A warm hand belies a cold heart,
but the brightest smile
could never hide their fangs.
What do you know of the affairs of machines?
The pumping of pistons,
The coiling of springs.
Oh, what do you know?
What do you know of the lives of machines?
The grinding of gears,
The toiling of cogs.
Oh, what do you know?
What do you know of the limitations of machines?
They never eat,
They never sleep,
They never lie,
They never cheat.
They
aren’t
prone
to
e
mo
tion.
The door slammed open, creating a sudden gust of air to disrupt the silence. Nathan instinctively dropped his smartphone onto his desk and looked up to see a very angry Maria glaring at him.
“Hi,” Nathan said, adjusting his top hat while he thought of any way he might have possibly angered his aggressive subordinate.
“Whose job was it last month to clean the gears in the Crescent Wax section?” Maria asked, crossing her arms.
“Um…” Nathan quickly turned off his phone, hiding his Tetris game, and shuffled around a few papers on his desk before pulling one out of the insanely chaotic stack that covered t