With eyes for the night
we take flight
and over the cementary of our dreams
we explode into our purble cartons
they cant see us when were ghosts
I can imagine us
socks off
crawling through the mud of danger
dressed in aggressive grinnings
with the battle birds singing overhead
and then I can see him.
He’s bringing menace to the bed
a drunken swim to thick air
and the breath of a beast
of smoke & far off coffee fields
where the sand scrubs beneath our bodies
a distaste from the cats mouth
his back arches in anxiety
we prepare...
step back...
lift up...
and blast the this ancient glass in all directions to escape into
cloud folds
we sink in deep
greeting sleep.
greeting sleep.
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