fulmah
03-23-2006, 02:57 AM
away goes the day-glo spiritual
in the streetlight's drone, the exodus
fuels her ambulance eyes to waterfall
while the duel of ebb and flow of dread
unbalances, becomes mania, masses
a repressed memory web.
the moon wanes, Her chariot crashed,
Her cyclops eye, closed, brings no comfort
as the wet sky falls on asphalt alley
(cold drops causing cooling), joints swell
into arthritic weld as she tells herself,
this foot forward... now this one.
these witching hour apparitions
evaporate in morning's warm alarm,
it's phobic binding breaks
when awakening, she calms
to a starling's song.
in the streetlight's drone, the exodus
fuels her ambulance eyes to waterfall
while the duel of ebb and flow of dread
unbalances, becomes mania, masses
a repressed memory web.
the moon wanes, Her chariot crashed,
Her cyclops eye, closed, brings no comfort
as the wet sky falls on asphalt alley
(cold drops causing cooling), joints swell
into arthritic weld as she tells herself,
this foot forward... now this one.
these witching hour apparitions
evaporate in morning's warm alarm,
it's phobic binding breaks
when awakening, she calms
to a starling's song.