two hearts of cobalt glass
in their jaded dance,
the eyes of limpid night
...
no voice prints, no footsteps,
still doubt if you exist -
other inhabitants of the fourth dimention
know how weird my heart is,
...
the space
between the stars
a heavy salted song
of one chord night
...
there's a house of cards
with blue stress marks
on the walls
on the ceiling I painted a bird,
...
the grins of rambling dreams.
beware the moon that looks
for her twin soul,
the Demon star,
...
7500 miles ago
the dawn is not over.
more signs of gold can be seen
...
breathe. parting is a glance of death
reflecting back that chronic
occult bleeding of the dark woods,
where two hearts once roamed,
...
travelling across
the silky perfect cadences
of all-conciliating
dead-hour suite that rings
...
especially
when the clouds are
so dense and dark,
the moon makes merry
...
no straight lines here
to claim for sure,
uncertain views
from a great height
...
Dark Blue On Crimson Red
two hearts of cobalt glass
in their jaded dance,
the eyes of limpid night
are looking in
the eye of heaven.
my eyes now stripped.
I'm like a wounded raven
right in the cradle
of the deep.
you're on the wax,
your high tides forced my blood
out of the veins,
I'm forced to reinvent your names
and still contain
the colors graven
by that last kiss of flames.