Breaking patterns of

black and white. 

Trademark Italy film

strolling down coblestone

to your love. 

Long stills of jaws

and lips

flowing red.

Bring forth the jacket. Share a night

in prison of myself and myself.

Taste of raw speed

in blades of striped grass

ignites the inner flame.

Tracking traces of blank cards

checks and faces fills a sea

of roaring lions.

They won’t hunt among

the savages, only pick

at the raw speed.

Make believe. You made me

believe. The cruelest

gift in our stocklings.

Striped coals from the

back of our teeth. 

That was the dessert

you left behind.

Chance you’ll leave

your sleigh on a tow truck. 

Brave bright ivory knights

stand side by side

beak below the 

metled sun

eyes on a reflection

of mercy’s eyelid. 

Cower under the kitchen table

momma will bring you a bottle. 

They bleed for the need to feel

free. 

Free of the nightmares. 

Free of the crossroads. 

Free to walk the streets during a full moon. 

Leave the safety of yesterday

and walk this avenue with me. 

Challenged dust

blast secrets from

deep

deep within that cave. 

Shinning light on

repressed love and trials

you only met

in the lab. 

Styled to the top

breaking bread under

mystified chandeliers

crashing to her feet.

Earth rattles

as the wall

shatters, robust

core never wavered.

The joiner will

come in the dawn

to assemble a new

grand structure.

Shell shakes the cold Winter into

Fall. Ing into the night- the long night. 

Striking thunder ignites

prolific strokes on

stone tablets.

Fire and cherries edge

the rock and crack

before Thoth’s might

book.

Swinging ink forges

new history and one

dream.