Seeking refuge in a case of Belgium whites

until baron night terrors turn glamorous.

Tidy line(s) making

toy soldiers march

through open canals

to mute beaches. 

Retro timing strikes

nine on the battle

clock

that restless alarm

screeches, wake.

Battles with daily

motivation leaves

tan lines around

naked eyes and

bruised ribs.

They march on

and on

and on. 

Sapphire vortex steals

the light from pit

and blinds the night

yet to come.

Crystal clear vision,

reflective pool,

can see the footprints

in the sand.

Steely glare cuts

the words from

the jaw and leaves them

fleeing for a second taste.

 

Dancing between life and Limbo.

Staring two hundred tons

in the headlights.

Dozens gaze into Limbo’s eyes

stepping into Violence,

just toes into a pool,

testing the water.

Bubbling jacuzzi, steamy

from the eyes,

blood-shot, and

already leaving this

Earth behind.

 

The outline sketched

didn’t follow the lines.

My my my if they only

saw it now, bowing before

the broken plans. Reading

between the lines on a rainbow

of dreams in a past life

tortured by this inferno.

Trapped in Lust and crawling

to Limbo. It’s quite here.

Conjuring an escape into

a brand new blue print,

far from a lost planet.

Beat by beat on the road

to the new generation.

 

Washed the tide clean

peak ocean white

before the sun’s tainted

paws turn blue. 

Spectacles glare

paused those amber rays

clearer optics then l

the new born ocean. 

Passing under the tunnel,

fleeting lights crash the windows

swifter then the train itself. 

Shadows dance along the light

taking turns

signing a falsetto 

to the day and night

passing like a flipping coin. 

Tonight is the reunion,

the debut of a single.

The single strand of hair dancing

on a blade of wind

blistering through the streets.

The single life they prompted up,

it’s the life of the party,

streaming episode after

episode of the new drama.

The single the actual party

was waiting for to lift

dripping spirits and forget

the stress of a daily

daunting day.

The single that brought

the stadium to their knee’s

and brought the city

their dreams of a ring

they waited a lifetime for.

The day the single

triumphed

and left its shell.

Flashing matches burn

high and might

tied down. 

Carries the might storm

and life

with the Earth

and the twilight catches

the falling petal 

on the current. 

Swisher to the pond

below swimming moon, 

rippling past the roots.