Empty Mirror

Beauty’s time

Spent,

A crooked mirror

Going down

An empty hall.

 

Putrid remembrance,

Bled away

From the

Original portraiture

In cacophonous delirium…

Rebels

Propane anger,

Diamonds on a

Furious turn.

 

Night mists

Fluctuating,

Split nerves

Multiplying

Along glittering

Streets.

 

Rebel roses,

Grave shadows

Overturned

To shifting

Movie frames.

 

Pieces of the

Dream land

Undone,

Swallowed

By poisonous

Fumes beckoning

The seekers

To entangle with.

Perfume

Tricking the pages,

Appearing in perfumed fantasies.

 

Crystal glass,

Moments preparing the

Skin,

Budded enchantment.

 

Adornment, the backwards effect

Of feeling,

Plummeting to dark waters,

The absent orator.

 

Hers the glance to

Eternity,

His the momentary realization of

Taste.

 

Piece of prism love,

Fractured steps of

A cool undulation,

Soft marabou slippers

Sliding across the living room

Rug…

 

Diamond reverie,

Candy body topped to be savored,

Sugar lips reciting the night’s revelation…

 

Smoky jazz,

Wrapped to the jams,

Carried under a satin layer.

 

Spat way up high,

Roused in music

Trailing past itself,

The oncoming quiet…

Face

Face of blue,

Coarse thorn

Behind.

 

Lonely

Nothing,

Dripped to

Depression.

 

Mean world

Chugging along,

Pretty things

Torn away.

 

Smoked up

In folly,

Fool’s mirror

To show

A vampire’s

Face.

 

Tracked down

And split,

Sod covered

Over

Wooden

Death

Embankment.

 

Carried along

To

Blackened

Bliss,

Moon shine

A reflector

Upon

What love

Had lain

Down.