Bleach

Invisible reels,

The staggering

Myth.

Gone

Beyond

A recognizable

Face,

Dampened sounds

Sunken by

Weighted moonlight.

Crushed to

Impervious

Hymns

Deadening

Shrouded pews.

Tears a

Seal

To close former

Pictures,

Silk rivers

Masquerading

Along broken

Sunlight

Bleaching

Small stained glass

Worlds.

Beauty Lost

Beauty’s slow

Washout,

Oil glimmers

Tugging on

Undulating paint swirls,

Throws of midnight

Ash

Shoving pristine

Universes

Out of scope…

A Woman

The light of her avatar in a dark sky.  Throwing rose petals into the dirty cracks of the sidewalks glimmering upward to the heavenly spheres.  A spirit flowing down the echoey halls of a golden castle.  The life in death she’ll reflect to beautiful gardens cascading beyond her.  Suns afire in the waning light and the promise of a returning day.  Eternal glances of beauty kept within the smile she graces her courtiers with.  Dances in speechless remembrance, the celebratory goblet held in sanctimonious offering.  A petal on the face, the hard prick forgotten.  Longing for the light to fight away its counterpart.  In purity of raven’s wings spread to fly, the dynasty of love come forth.

Tricks

Fans splay

Bones

Set to blaze,

Inner filming

Rocks

Cascading foes

Silent.

Tripped to blood

Rollicking

Smoke,

Cape of

Ash

Thrown over

Trick fire

Decimated.

Noir Reverie

Along

Satin gloves

Browned

To whittling

Hours,

Stashed furs

Tearing

To love’s

Final

Descent…

Caustic Nightmares

How I’ve felt when the chain

Is undone,

Then linked to the Other.

 

She floats through the

Mind’s backdrop,

A disturbing vision.

 

What he’ll say to cut me off,

The anger stirring.

 

I’ll sigh in regret,

Pinned to my death’s

Wish.

 

How the days will

Prolong themselves,

Filtered into caustic

Nightmares.

Wandering Beyond Starlight

As you are far,

So I am near.

In revelation,

Wandering beyond starlight.

 

A voice familiar,

Kept in my unconscious

Spindle.

 

So close you’ve

Come to

Knowing,

Yet tracks split

In seething fury.

 

Restless lovers

On the rusted

Wings

Yearning to take off

Into night.

 

Your glassy eyes

An indicator,

The bottomless orbs

Of everlasting traces.

 

A tip of the hat,

The call to flight,

Raven’s beak

A soft sounding

Recollection

Of our time in

An infinitely marked earth.

 

 

 

 

 

Respite

Blushing rains,

Cool waltz taken

On a loving wind,

Fired to what

Breath makes

When

Quieted,

Forest serenade

Brought

Into

Scope

Of souls

Loosening,

The dedicated respite…

The Starry Veil

How a face

Of ridicule

Morphs

To its own

Ill timed horizon,

 

Drummed out

In droves,

A wave licking

Itself back,

Curtained

Eyes

Knowing

The

Cessation of

A quick-witted line,

The clapping

Drowning out

Spark plug feelings

Strung to

Lifting quandaries

Rousing a starry veil…

Carousel

Showed to the

Virulent street,

An embittered jaunt

From limo

To ebony

Faceless steeple

Leaning,

Dark arts

A lesson to

Slather on hot

Plastic keys,

The ticker tape a

Reminder

Of solemn reasoning.

Midday,

No shine to embolden

A hunched suit about to

Bust,

Dried bread

In hands

Turning the small bowl of

Lunch stew,

What haunts to orchestrate into

Evening,

Tricks of the ancient

Covens,

The sad waltz of

Exiting

Players,

Trailing down to

A solitary clue to

Financial mazes

Flickering

Across the flaring

Mercurial screen,

Eye deliriums

Flashing over

The ticker tape carousel,

Each code an animal

Leaping into

Planetary confusion,

Of Santeria spun

To darkened hopes

Traipsing,

Roaring cabs testing

Strips of friction,

Roaring legs to

Throw back muddy

Shots to

In dingy blushing

Theaters way on

The other side

Of town,

Roaring cradles of

Limp eyed

Passengers

Going over the

Rutted avenues

Back where the

Fences welcome

Them into

Consecrated homes,

Ragged films to be

Stowed,

Coats to

Hang vertical,

The space

Gathered

For resting

Roundabouts,

Breathless bulls

To turn down

For another night…