Riders Of A Million Miles

It was that time when dawn folded a losing hand

And twilight bullied his magenta swath

Around the eroding pulpit of a hemorrhaged sun,

Fanged stars drinking etherized skies to a pale finish,

Drunk on the creeping coils of circadian spells

Spinning wild her astral waterspouts of fevered dreams

Into our open season heads.

I laughed the laugh of a fish

As it leaps with expiring finesse

Upon the slipstream jaws of hooked panic,

To chase away death’s charcoal taste

That burns its wanton reminders

And trauma flavours

Beneath the black pooled ink

Which spilled through gated voids of tarry gloom

Bubbling hot under the devil’s cactus tongue.

The glare hit ugly with leaden heaviness,

Its splintering light a chaos of ricocheted shine

That blinds rebel eyes of bound innocents,

Where shadows saunter towards beds of peace,

To pierce treasonous swords

Through stained glass hearts

Which weep leagues deep,

The volts of their death rattle

Supercharged to atomic hysterics.

How I rode that charred mare through oblivion’s keyhole

And found utopian ruins still boldly smoldering,

Fresh from shocked dreams as cold as silver.

Who could tame

These unshackled partakers of divine design,

Their defiant scissoring swim

A bladed victory lap through gossamer noose,

That could not choke its rope of buzzard chained flies

Around the riders

Swept through chthonic skies.

I’ve decided

That my escape

Into the bald frontiers of redemption

Is here

And now,

As the velvet whisper winds

Sing dulcet lullabies

A million miles long,

And how free these lips

That join their song.