metal thunder // white rainbows
The spangled sun mimics my ever-churning cross roads. I need not the abused angel’s approval. Trident tears trail soft sap down my pastel cheeks. The red giant forest is where I will lay.
Turnicate boys chase me through the hollow songs. The metal thunder above echoes and escalates as it hugs each curve of my brain, coercing each nerve to obey.
The wind assures the twilight, just a little longer.
Trifling swamps yield exploding earth cathedrals with eaves of tropical thrust. Middrift yellows spill over the wet greens and white rainbows.
(2012)
