Patience and timing leave all to rhythmic silence to unfold seamless Sahara sky to rich body of silk and tomb under a silver moon the pink shell spun sets to suit the frequency of heart, dying jackals to melody the night.
In the coal bin all cocks look the same, eager beaver whoos her much too fast with ash in fingers with furnace embers that used to be candle tips before romance left the building
If I could have seen the next corner the prelude would be neat as prose. Only binoculars are dreams unseen and mystified by the seasons that surround, in orbit of starry systems and wronged wavelengths.
I read of the prophet as I sucked my cigarette hoping to never go blind or be without breath. Hope. Hope up against the walls or revealing it’s essence in a secret flute of air that you only catch before a sudden breath.
Hope the last to die. Silent reels of it spread through bronchial lungs and thread verdant veins of fat oak leaves.
I have seen wrinkles of bark on the faces that pass. Widows peek behind their curtains with candy floss hair in vale, the best entertainment will come from memory.
I must make mine good.
The milestones and the mirrors roam, the mosaics of body beneath the beats of all and over the cracks and into them all and the cities, the whirlwind compass up avenues following a scent of something brilliant.
Search, salvation, salutations, salty copulations, revelations, foot and paw prints and lacerations, random rendezvous, to bitch and praise all empty and encapsulate to fill for the sake of a simple sip from the cup of life.
i want to remember her grape…dead potency of berries and bearers of all that has made me tingle, die and resonate. Come and read or listen for a few none will matter but all have gathered
children in a maze of demons do not handle guns with care but they talk of poetry from their tower they speak of mirrors and doors made of soul, the laws of fluidity apply to the streets, individually there is none just an interplay of mass, time and space.
Send messages from the precipice so young can falter and sing to the voids…supersonic freefall sugar face striped with candy colours…