Calico
CHARLIE MOHN

I saw you in tea leaves
red and naked against
the burning sky. We are a melting
phantasm of what could be.
 
We are a silly thought. Brilliant sunspots
splashed over autumn leaves.
The seasons changed without us knowing,
bell tones eaten like little rainbow candies.
 
We fell apart like an old clock,
I kept your shirt of cats and butterflies
and I remember the Christmas lights
that mimic tiny spiral galaxies,
 
little ghost lights in your eyes.
A sapphire glow, the cold haunt
just before it snows. Just like,
the cross that hangs above your bed.
 
I met you again. This year you are a figment
of a design. Elemental.
Time is a Reaper, I would
pay to you, oh harvester of kings.
 
A gumball machine for a mouth,
you came to me alone. Awash
with calico colored hair,
candy skull eyes. We are the firmament.       
 
Fantastical and alien,
a candy store to charm families.
Alcoholic, narcotic. Time
is kind and colorful, isn’t it?
 
I see you in tea leaves
red and naked against
the burning sky. We are a melting
phantasm of what could not be.