Hallowed be thy past
the tallow stained skins
stretched beneath this
tempered sun

Strident and bold

the menace of wind
against the basking
heart beating bold

Cold stream fauna sink
its thick lost whisper
think
A television landscape
down soiled halls
calling lost souls
from vineyards of dreams
resting like sleeping birds
shiny as gaunt arrow
offerings on spirit mounds

Move through the light
shinning like a frost
and your eyes spell costs
of all the rotten principles
broken and wasting

you collect well coins
and finger bones you said
the scent of the dead on
your soul and damp
tethered anarchy on those
wings you never used

"I walk therefore I can"

the pirouette and point
pony shadow legs thin
and perilous
against the panelling

an eye catching light
in your best drop dead
look

You said poetry was a lock
in which words would hook

you always picked and chose
chapters for bargaining
letting the dust become
unsettled from the frame
when you swept in

vibrant and unfocused
your carnival desires
petulant and spoiled
in nights speckled delight
all dark treat manners
festive in the coming
call of rain

and that pall
that slinks
like blood run ink

sealing envelopes
of passage

sealing passions
of pursuant deeds