Simone

This is the jaw of the lion that last yawned,

At last light

came the lamps labored breathing...

breathlessly into the corners of nights’ invisible equation

The lamps stood somatic and still

as dust froze in prayer blown against

Word

Sound

Music

You sweet singer of nights sorrows and youths' sins absolved

You left me in bandages invisible to the eye.

Hung up as if lone star’d extinguished the promise of slumber steering toward the misery and the strangeness of colors.

Noise of your throat- done swept me, done take me forever shyly heart breaking against itself with each scorned symphony of your breathless pauses…

Finish me

Break me

Paint me on the walls

Break me down

Take me to where the phantom birth of slaughter is but a dreamed cramp of mine