Tracing a crease down the long road
To look again, at the Tower of Silence
looming ahead in great misery
Type your name to remember me.
Breeding in the frost,
In old December, I can see
trying cuts and battlefronts
frozen lakes and glossy cunts
A mirror image of the light,
An acoustic dreamer in the night
Believe, the madding crowd will yell
Shriek and catch the morning train
Swim to the farthest shore and wait
Time does follow, throttle and break
I have seen distances in this one sitting
Cut up open scars that bled
out to the sea, and no one saw
out to the fields, and no one heard
cries in the night
that dreams encapsulated
wile parenthesis that Mistresses bred
Trying journeys in the cover of the night
Gentle realms of blissful ice
Enslave the thought
and stamp it across the heart
of the mighty, beaten adulterer
For your face that always brought me sorrow,
will, tonight, bring me sweet delight.
No comments:
Post a Comment