Listen

the uneasy night was

moonless and haunted

and belching with thunder

it cracked with delight

borne from the laughter

found rumbling in nature

and somersaulting from youth

mercy symbolized by age

and their audible joy

spat wet from their mouths

with the pits of their cherries

saturated in hope

and echoing their innocence

in the howl of a wolf

the harmony of new sound

interrupted the beat

from the hollow of a stray

to the gypsies circling home

behind birds without wings

and gazing back at the heckler

the witnesses fell blind

in collective hypnosis

all were forgotten in doubt

and lost to a flood

for the endless coal paths

burying reality reborn

in an anxious dimension

defining stars as origami

their tails wagged with nerves

as they swallowed the Earth whole

for the comfortable sadness

pulsing stagnate in regret

their pain runneth over

into humanity's chipped cup

for the horns of infection

oozing thick until healed

like tumbleweeds on the wind

their freedom was found

at the crossbones of loss

and in their prayer fallen numb

and as fate bounced and brought

forth the rustle of spirits

perching hunched on the branches

with a gait slowed by chains

Evil challenged Good

exposing their fists in the light

and undressing the shadows

illuminating God in reverse

their possession of soil

reflected a fantastical parallel

for my mind sees life chatter

on splintered yellow film

while aging my wine to

imitate the motor's whoosh

of a faulty projector and

through its waterfall lens

the prisms distort

the faces of mummies

embalmed with the soot

of their burnt bones and flesh

and with duct tape obstructing

the dialect of tongue

they stuff cotton in their ears

and pull their visors too low

over wallpaper veils

protecting kryptonite truth

weaved tight with whore's lace

and tie-dyed in shades of blue

the actors walk drunk

stumbling sideways on stone

and in their relentless parade

the grand marshal has died