Spoiled Bones

Worms; Trails in the key of blue, gnawing the light into mulch
Where I stumbled and fell –
Cerulean skies churning and rumbling, a vertigo undertow rushing, dragging
This dissonance, malengine shadings in my bones
Indicating misplaced instruments and lost rhapsodizing
Perpendicular and horizontal planes, out of rhythm and unaligned –
Reliving the tilted dreams in your head that you can’t remember
Film on paper, of intersections with sinistral rotations –
Puncturing symmetrical contours of my living religion
This caffeinated cathedral arcs over city; Metal and rust, concrete and dust, chatter and hush…
Times dreams ride the ferris wheel; You can hear their voices expiring out in the choppy sound

So I caught the crosscurrent East of Seattle
Clinical exfoliation punching away the grey
Moldy brick road drying out in the dessert, toad lily, lilacs and sagebrush kiss my cheeks –
Dance beneath a scorching sun lathering tulle, confetti clouds
Long hair swinging round beneath fresh cactus and I hear a sound
And realize that I’m laughing…
Mint fields caressing strawberry hills bordered by dogwoods; Solstice velvet pink snow-petals twirling down
And moist, hot summer nights, windowsill by candlelight –
Words resonating through invisible portals, sliding down space and time, caressing us
Eventually calling you mine

Adobe moon-shadow dancing on fire mountain, captivating eyes
Beaded prayer sticks swaying to the winds breathy sighs
Billowing smoke fingers feather braided onyx hair
Starshine illuminates tribal totems colliding with ravens, on citrus skin
River rocks, crowstone and moonstone beckon tonight
Sage songs on the warriors path of complications and deviations
Where he lingered, stumbled and fell –
Tripping the light fantastic into absinthe and mushroom devastations
To bury his raging at every vile incision –
Her lunatic tactics and tin man narcissism

You’re running wild in my yesterday
Recollections gleaning betrayal-anger that you couldn’t put down
Pain spitting glowing crimson coals
That I walked across barefoot and naïve
Because even your ancient scars were beautiful –
Although some bridges are simply better burned
So we grabbed a can of gasoline and one last time returned…

Incisions mend yet surface scars still chant like ghosts in trees at times, dressed in blue
Dandelion ligatures creep on the ground; Fill our heads with fossilized accelerants –
But it’s summer, get the hose and spray those spoiled bones out of the driveway
Into the sand to devour what once tasted like clover but then turned sour
Our faces turned to the desert breeze, gazing over the wall into valley dunes
Your graffiti-painted eyes, all of that spider web pain breathed into helium balloons
Parched and bleached goathead soil, tumbleweed rolling down the road
Has finally become, through trial of blood, bone and bile
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