Like a moth on your pillow Makes you scared
To sleep.
In a cut crystal glass.
I'm bubbling and burbling
From the heady draught.
Growing in silence
The night touches us w/ wraith adoration,
Rams its cold tongue
Deep into bone marrow.
Water atoms grow fat w/ pain.
Helpless leaf shivering;
The brutal lover kisses like an
Open mouthed tomb.
And, virginal brides, we giggle
And await the numbing embrace
As Sister Sun arches
And, embarrassed, veils her face.
And dropped off all of my things on the floor -
Some tapes, some rhymes, some photographs
And the book you'd got me reading. Before.
The book spelt temporary relief -
I'd have to return it some time.
Desperate for a stay of grief
I cradled a paperback delusion of clemency.
Falls like empires, the soggy clods
Bleed brown water on the polished wood,
Dull to rust the blade once good.
A timber scabbard hides the sight
Enclosed itself within the ground.
The battle over, a hush now reigns
No sound, no fury, just the survivors' pain.
Or the stretching of a guitar string
Such an inconsequential sound!
I would have thought it would shake the ground.
Snake-tongue way
Forked choice curling
Flicker left, flicker right
Blind as justice, I sinuate
Into the asylum night.
