I passed you today,
Didn't look your way,
I had nothing to say,
Hurts too much- "hello," "hey..."
I just walked away,
A simple array-
Against my mind does it bray,
Calls like my Calypso and Danae,
For another day,
Lest I pray,
That the howling winds say,
"We're just mere men- blood and clay"
So I guess I'll lay,
In the grass, land-struck moray,
A seething Anton LaVey,
Nighttime smelling of hay,
Skin with salt from the bay,
Tears my mind from this fray,
...Raphael... I've gone gray!
And yet I'd still stay,
If you pushed me away,
Small victories, huzzah, hooray,
This curse- this part I must play,
Someone ruined- someone gay,
May,
Find salvation? Nay,
There's no God to delay,
Of hope... there's no ray.