The aberrant night begins…
Funerary art of the Gods inaugurated,
And good saints teased by the wind.
Current memory suppression inside out,
Shaking
hands with oddities hung on a picture,
Blood
rubies high above the last letter;
Grey-coated
dusk bringing out reasonable ghosts…
Lightships
and electric swords,
The
warmth of the sun trapped in cables,
The
permanent deep flaming with thrills and secret emergencies;
I -
enjoying the spring weather through this lens…
Man,
Weird
weeds are tracking these streets…
This
invisible estuary where ashen
roses fail,
Where
urban monks and anonymous legends drown.
Guiding
eyes of pure fear and boomerang smiles,
Enterprising
sidewalks of slumber-land,
Walking
in sleepy shadows with part-time losers of the galaxy;
A
tarnished god and phantom clouds guide…
Beyond
this wood music strays into a blur,
Time
clouds the sky quietly,
Undertones
and translations from messenger drummers
Thumping
for sobriety dancing away.
Man, upside
down candles are floating above
Thoughts
that snail through skin...
Who are
you, Mirror Man?
Mine that
never was?
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