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.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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…