18"x18" mixed media

Deo Forgives Himself

(Day has become night and dusk bumps noses with the Dawn)

Deo sips his pain

In a whiskey glass

Burning his windpipe

Reclining like Poseidon

At ease under wounded light.

Deo is separate

A closed circle

Fixed in his galaxy

His still body vibrating

Amongst the spinning spheres

Deo Battled Mars to a draw

For possession of Annie Street

Deo doesn’t want to own anything

Other than his own piece of the cosmic pie

That Saturn has baked black with truth.

The truth is,

That Deo has forgotten

Aphrodite’s acid skies.

Jupiter disowned him

Io still lives and loves him

Deo touches her

As she passes, stirring dust

Off the slivered laminate

On his table.

Deo drinks a toast to her

And rises as the door to his room blows open

“Hell! I was leavin’ anyway…”

Deo steps over the body

Of a cold sailor

Dead drunk or drunk dead.

Deo shrugs and says

“Sleep deep brother.”

A  tuft in the drunk’s beard

Waves a benediction in the stale breeze

And the keeper of the hours leaves.

There’s no need for marks on this time.

Joshua Kight 12/12/11