The Crown of the Queen

Did you forget my name already? Picking up the pieces of the portrait that fell from the wall. Did you crush me with kindness? Did the wings of the Lord wither and die? The wind came in from the west and overwhelmed us. We lost our way in the hedge maze. Why are we only attached by this shimmering silver thread? The way through the labyrinth. Mice crawl up and down the walls. Eggs tumble down hallways when we’re not looking. Marks on the tree bark carve out themselves. They say our names and describe our dreams in a funny picture language. The crown of the queen inverted. The heads of the initiated anointed with motor oil. Could you drive me home? I’m hanging on at the end of a rope. My knuckles white with chalky tears. Pictures of people piled in the basement. The testimony of horses running in the distance. I am not a magician. I am just a man in love.