I dream the muse in a lesser place
Stark horizons
Shadow’d the colour of a ravens wing
Melting fragments
Congeal in the cold night of day
Challenge this mind to a way of chromed edges
Criss crossing previous scarred journeys
Marked in time lengthways across a wrist
Split a tongue hither to a spoken word
Much maligned lick of this demons kiss
Less passed in the ways of melancholy
Drawing misshapen memories akin to marked skin
Enshroud the body in memories of a few
Chosen gowns worn as death marched weddings
Point out harlots candied in macabre reflections
Silent readings
Withdrawn within linger the marionettes strings
Murmured a call
Calloused hands breathe languished death
Moments taken to reflect awhile
Solace between the alabaster bricks
Shunned hands less raised
Slapped across a ruby’d cheek
Spittle tasted blood n gristle
Spat lest burn broken lips
Dusted shards
Obliterate obvious scars of yesterday
Shattered foresight
Placed in a vision of an extended tomorrow
Hypodermic dreams
Carried within veins of crimson dread
Perfect sacrifice
Forgotten in the breeze of a sin less forgiven
Heaven’d lace
Drunk through veils of cigarette smoke
Overshot overdose
I dream no more
1 comment:
whew....now this is the grit i am used to from you...smiles...really like...
Marked in time lengthways across a wrist
Split a tongue hither to a spoken word
Much maligned lick of this demons kiss...viscious....i dream no more...
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