Rust Poem by Leon Moon

once a thing is in time
it is closer to the past
even if the future is only
a second passed
in itself surpassed
the guarantee of presence
is itself surpassed
even in darkness that frees
eventually all you see
sails further and further away
in stillness it outlasts
from eternities it extracts
and you remain the same
in the vacuums of change
refrains that moult chains
in stillness to outlast.

the outdated
manufacturer of phases.

gun and spoon
intersections of noon
are stained by dawn
eventually
the metal bone
learns to bleed.

in the plucking of feathers
pain is need.

the breadth of release
film premieres
the breath of seas
that once stood in ties
has outgrown time
and fruit online.

in the bud is the blueprint of rotting
shaping unwilling surrender.

luxury is the mind
luxury is the mind's sweet tooth
and it corrodes creativity
and it corrodes the cavity
where once was your truth
squashed into mud by the dreamless cavalry.

you re-collect childhood
in reels of arcade tickets spilling on the floor.

mummified by morn
plaque of indolence
a lava crown and clingfilm
eye to eye with ever after
the insipid death of a martyr
dissolves to taste like led.

we do not feed the dead
but listen instead.

the vow to die young
on our deathbed.