Requiem for Sam

“niemand bleibt hier” – Maria Osic

Digital haze, the realm,
One drunken night, 
where fates did overwhelm.
He found her
Waiting in his phone
From the trailer,
A '48 Spartan Manor's in our old backyard,
Impatient 
A tale, its essence unbound.
A sadness, really

A message arrived, 
a magical connection,
Heidi, implausible Mexican name, 
she took him around the bend.
A piece together, 
their minds would combine, 
a cadence, 
a mystery 

A gallery in Mexico City was hers, 
she claimed,
With six hairless chihuahuas, 
art's swirling world untamed.
Two buxom goth social media posts, 
the proof of life,
Her existence, enigma, 
the truth softly swayed.
His cognitive wheel clearly slipping on his internal voices
Efforts to label her, 
a Russian bot's tale, 
a scheme?
In  echo, doubts prevail.
Unheard 

The collaboration unfurls, 
twisted and wild,
Nazi saucers soar, they dreamed
VRILL mystic Maria Orsic, 
in shadows she weaves,
Whisks Hitler from the bowels of Berlin, 
where death conceives.
Lag en Todesbanden
To planet Aldebaran’s distant haven, 
war's suffering left behind,
Bolting light years away, 
secrets intertwined.
A VRILL-powered saucer, 
Crystal skull
born of her trance,
Maria's creation, onward. 
in daring flight,
Where histories blend
 in her veiled avant-garde light.

From a drunken bout, 
damaging, unkind,
A codependent dance, 
in LA's bright glare,
Son of chartreuse led our drifting oracle , diminishing 
and yet
     Beckoning
Late-night flight to Mexico City's embrace,
To meet Heidi, his love, 
his future, his failing inner voices
in that enchanted space.
A journey of spirits, both high and burrowing 

Two weeks spun by, 
Back at LAX's lopping gate,
In an adult diaper, 
A temporary US passport in hand's grasp,
All else vanished, a surrealistic blank

No words escaped his lips, silence
rhythm, life's seeping enigma 
Hearts still beating

Whispers of our names, 
a call delayed,
Weeks passed like fleeting shades.
To the trailer, he sought to return,
Yet the feeding tube’s grip
made it a sojourn with no returning .

"Do Resuscitate," a signed decree, 
Extended life by half a year,
In and out of trance, 
he'd gently slipped,
Opium dripped
Dreaming of Aldebaran, Marina, Heidi and her hairless dogs
The Donner party
Now in Berlin
his voyage never ending 
Every Heaven is the best Heaven

Click here to hear Sam play “Every Heaven is the best Heaven”

September 1, 2023