I am going to wear a red shirt today
to hide the bloodstains impressed
like thumbed moths on my body
to forget the sins of memory.
And I'll go flying to the night
like the lone moon but red
in haze due to clouds -
I will cast my gaze
like stars in constant watch
of my tainted earth.
But what will this bring me?
A swim in the opulent nothingness of the dark
or hiding in a hollow skull
or nothing, like abstract images
attempting to conceive
these saline pools of mystery
formed in my skin,
hidden by the red shirt I'm wearing today.