burning crooked roses

coyotes yip !

as i walk through baby cyclones

up the stairs to the sky

as she remained

on sweating rocking horse

deeply sea pearl glint in eye,

oh is there anything else other

than immortality,

reward and wisdom,

have i become the dog

that runs through muddy rivers

to wash the gasoline of brutality off,

i will never see an algae

covered stone coffin,

horse keeps rocking

travelling this

unremarkable earth machine,

stairs behind me

as are leaking babies

and crushed beercans,

no cloud castle

old vagrants song rings softly,

weeping in whitman’s embrace

i have left human shape

finger shadows reach

as frozen spider would,

my once and fevered love

rides on

big bang

the sun throws shadows

with a sorrows art,

in native shade

away from that once

crawling dawn,

night some fragmented

feeling left on the floor

darkened more,

a cold patch

impossible with those

bare feet to tread upon,

sun would not fall

as fast,

in it’s streams she bathed

flaxen haired

so his red blood welled,

left behind

shadow grasped at him,

she turned

a smile

that chimed a mischievous

knell,

darkening face and chest

her peaceful calling

to which he moved

at her side,

kisses lifted lyric melodies

as hand in hand

would stay

till the glows last gleam

and the world teems

with wonder once again