These wings that drive my passion green
These wings that drive my passion green
Sometimes seem like they bounce
The nightmarish space upon itself
I see clearly through nimble knees
Covered in sleep, A cradle
I wished upon these clouds
That I reside within
Hoping for paint clever enough
To light upon those dreary scape
I also have wings on my wrists
Only I master them
To fly to distant places
Within the confines of my chambers
I priested my rainy afternoon
Awoke in a sweat of truth
Claws spoke on burnt pages
The sand of mites
Burying into headstones
Of lost friends and gentle creatures
Briars and twigs rise
From the cement floor I tread
Slipping a smile to the cheeks
Of my lonely sole
We glance a tender grasp
My skin yearns to be encompassed
Among the wheat of the field
And horrors of the trees
Surrendered in the bliss of waves
Swallowing my manhood
In a thought
A distant glimmer
Hammering the Gods’
Into rose petals
Wafting through the breeze
Like jasmine, all sweetly
To caffeine my arteries
A devout prayer
Whispered in tear-struck sheets
To make love with dread
And come unabated
In a fit of ruins
Speaking souls to come from the dark
Unabashed; Forever renewed
Water coursing down the body
Mud-filled boots, rotten swords, orders
All swept away in madness
By a word: Misbegotten
To be intimate with the graves
Roses never to smell
All wither the same
But who bangs the piano
In that banshee room?
We’ve all been forgotten
In this house of mist
Forever treading on our dreams
Tails drawn up in the heavens
Sniffing around
Looking for a star to worship
We statue this day
Adorned with leaves and gold
And on this willow is a chain
No owner
But you were heaven-grazed
And I, struggle in the mirror
Separating the image from books
Words fill my cerebellum
Things awry seem right
Mistakes undone upon the glass
But you don’t see with eyes
Filled with the misty isle
I do
It’s a curse in my loins
I trouble the dead
Almost hourly
To feel something real
I dig up graves in seascapes
To believe in a solemn thought
Making due with what I possess
Because truly, I do not have the talent
To tip a hat to the sunny day
But only to walk in the rain perpetually
And blow a kiss to you
Speeding my arteries by use of whisky
Hoping for a sleep by candlelight
As the bouncing walls become louder
And I can witness a star
That boils my blood to ecstasy
