Thursday 13 February 2014

Town and Country

My face is a desert with cactus clumps

Lambent flames of island shorelines
Where sand burns to glass eyes and leaves
Playing the euphorium

Black wire tears from dissolution
Beige petals behind bars
And spoons in batboxes
Twist the chrome-plated dancers
Into the blinded goggles
The filament handwringing
Of the silent.
I will see valley sides of blue flowers
Fingered teeth dipped into freshwater pools
My eyes bulge with molten ash
Will burst like boiled fish
Salmon skin hands and fillets
Will touch your blue hair and water skin
Silken ropes will brush my head