In this sun-bracken figure I bounce
In this sun-bracken figure I bounce
Inside broken bell time
Lighting green infancy-infested clouds
Burnt of a feverish tripping spell
Invading rustic dwellings I among them
Sweating the smell of trees
Spelling riverbeds in charcoal feet
As in the shapes of night you tread
My so-far madness
Climbing across my hair
Beckoning silent God chants
In color raged walls
As mine are white as blood
Dripping the salt of orchid’s tears
Slipping the iron in my veins
Dreaming of a cross-stitched fancy
A banshee in threes
While I contemplate amongst withered reeds
The high cost of playing God
I finger a shouting light
Singing from my breastplate
I drink the night sickness
Crumbled in crates, golded as ornaments
Sucking marrow that wrings my bones
Slyly in dust i champion these fears
Embedded in my shallow skin
Wrapped in pears and apples
Hunted as Wilde
Ascending the shattered glass
That all red in hues of blue
Versing my bird poems to mangled hearts
Dressing shipwrecked hopes
Of calming call to arms
Validating my sallow mouth in moonlight clime
I retire into oily walkways I drew
Bound in chains of my wrists
Peering on graves all blossoming
In faces of past glory
All blackness in a hurled mist
As I pound these fighting prayer books
Seeking a mystical priesting bird
For all the pain and anguish
Kneading my head against furrowed steps
Drunk as a moth, swallowing the air light
Sweeping my dancing brain
In a cave of squares and circles
Pondering the essence of words you spoke
Like the forever of next time
And the multitude of I love you
When those lies drank their fill
In a bursting of my soul upon cement floors
