Our secret
Is passion
Remarkable
Undefined
An open road
No boundaries
Hot
Dusty
Urban desires
Burning
That’s
what keeps me
Coming back
A prisoner
in your vice slit
Your thug
Tattooed
on your breast
Forever
Wanting
Depth of field
Vertigo
Love
The Echoing Yell Laid Low,
All Once Guilded Now Rubble,
In Scorn Of Lovers Guided By None OutSide,
Fools And Their Circles OverHead For Halos And Lost Veils,
With UnderWater Kingdoms Washed AWay,
To Where Be The Intended For Seers To Pierce,
In The Rounding Of The Desolate Crawl,
Played As Cards UpOn The Revolving Door,
InTo HallWays Where Blackened Paintings Hang,
Not Hidden By Soot… No… To Scrape One’s FingerNail Across Canvas
Will Reveal…
…
A Scratch Made InTo Memory’s Delicate Shade,
Where That Mark Might Be Further Widened,
And To Peer InTo Its Distended Window…
…
…
Never The Emptying Vessel For Wanting An Audience,
A Jar WithIn A Field WithIn A Negative Lock,
Under Spells For Killing The King With Randomness,
Lay’d As Dominoes UpOn The Painted Floor,
InTo Walls Peeling From Near Once Sainthood Sang,
Caught Forbidden By Set Pieces…
…
No Pipeings To Mete Forwards To Scruples,
Done Only With Its Singer’s Curse,
Whose Voice Not Be As Tattered As Its Vestige,
Vascular And Frozen In Claustrophobeic Implications…
…
It Stitches Nine UpOn One’s Lives,
And Leaves All SpeechLess By The Opening Scene…
…
…
Can That Only Be What The HeadLess Bishop Wishes For (?)
As DayLight Ascends And His Dreams Melt AWay?
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“In 1911, the little town of Nakhla in Egypt was the scene of one of
the most remarkable events in history: a chunk of rock (later
discovered to be a piece of the planet Mars) fell from the sky and
killed a dog,the only known canine fatality caused by a cosmic
object.”
–Paul Davies, The Fifth Miracle.
Maybe God is a Cat–
Sharpening her claws on planets,
Pouncing from star to star
Unraveling our lives like yarn.
We scatter as mice in the barn,
Our hearts pitter-patter–
But there is nowhere to hide
If God is a celestial cat like that:
A feline God of War
Brighter than Blake’s Tyger
Who knows what fangs are for
And never leaves survivors.
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