oh romeo, oh romeo

a red hot tsunami burned

in your wine pillaged throat

for a damsel distressed by your

veneration for her preteen graces

you balanced on her trellis

and unbeknownst to you

traced the outline of your love

in sequin dipped nights but

you were given too much credit

for as the contents of the chalice 

seared your heart juliet was

wondering why her eyes would not

flutter open to the fool whos fingers

were still wrist deep in his throat scraping

clots of burning cold poison out from his larynx

yet juliet was the one who suffered

in the wake of the tragedy 

romeo and juliet were not 

the heroes of the story

they penned together burned into

obsidian after death

the funeral pyre

balancing their slowly bruising bodies

is leaving the vessels caught between

their fingers intertwined 

i too once loved a girl 

i too once loved a boy

i never got to give them my word

that i too would climb the rusting wood

of funeral pyres and vacated thrones

swirling with ashes

i sincerely hope i will never

see the pennsylvanian skies 

watching me play russian roulette

with blackberries and blackberry wine

churned from the night sky

i am romeo and juliet