drinking
the gloaming
I
cull the red flashes of the Sun
I delve into the horizon
as I balance my sins
with
magic words for the East
sagging
after every cast net
I try to find a way to get
what
I want in boiled pots
in
cauldrons of molecular Moses
I am a non-repented brain jester
I
remain leaping, less heard
weeping
into courted chaos
with
tragedy drag wicking
my
lag nicking rubbed sewn legs
that
I’ve tied together with razors to watch
the
slow pool rise of thirst and my madness
I am on all fours again
steeping
the metal rich scent of my humanity
with
a blood thick paint of time
my
bones and skin and muscles and organs
are
all connected to the chewy bits
and
I brush wide and infinitesimally
I
part the seas of my desires
to
call out a home here
where
my thoughts reach for the exits
of
my veins to purge my body
of
every mouthed oxygen need
there are no payments of salt in the reeds
when I
birth neglect in the water
in every underworld I ripen for
I wade the dark for poison
that will fill my empty spaces
with
more words I can keep turning
into
appliances
into
reliant wings
so I may steal things
that cannot be manufactured
in
the hidden forests of smokestacks
in
the walled lands outside of Nod
the
wind keeps track of me and
conducts
these transposed movements
of
mathematics into music
wave
principles pull me taut
string me out over time
as the
great knives of infinity crust over
and crackle with desperation
I
chime for arms in the last gasps
of
Spring this year
will
you rise I wonder
in
the warm bellow release
through
the trees
will
you capture the heat
from
my body
as
I die pouring concrete
to
mete another clock
of
prime numbers executing
through
electrocution, my soul
every
finger I cling with
is a millisecond of certainty
that
a moment
can
pearl dust into
the
paths of ashes
and
posies
and
pockets
for
my hands
searching for solace
as I am walking
again
in
the gleam
of another twilight’s embrace
EJR
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