Night-wise labor by dreaming light
Night-wise I labor by dreaming light
Tucking folds of tears
Beneath rod-curtained bricks
I’ve crippled in the dreamy skies
Shadows halted at its mother
While through wintry fevers
My eye-pied senses gleam
Onto trollops suckling at my pain
Drunk as wolves
Looning my private trees
Dead red cherries fall
Amongst banshees
Green teeth bare their nerves
As I catalyst my escape
Among drowned pages
Leapt into sinewy river beds
When I swallow ghosts
As ghosts are two
Winding my conscience
Velvet inching my senses
Scaling a serpent is a medal
Scorned voices stream the air
For there are echoes
Spuming by ship by ruin
Teeth-less, I swim this break in light
Against the shaking tide
Scathed by rocket fish and common whores
Whistling my braised eyes
But you wag coals in my trousers
Burning from within my chamber walls
Though, as green shocks
Excite formal feeling
I am a high low
Dwindling on white-walled adornment
Chained in darkness
To pen my memoirs
WIth spiders as bed mates
