aDarkerMind

The Last Dark Day

the last dark day

tomorrow now more flicker than a flame

on a silent edge of nowhere

a pancreas for the button of a fly.

it is now this world untangles in a stream.

no water-bed for the high arch of a foot

walking through the hydra of incontinence and mist.

and it cannot hiss

it cannot crawl through the dead mouth of a mole.

picking petals from the cancer of the sun

from where came the barnyard owls of cornish blue.

too many pieces glued as one supreme

black peppercorn alone as still unseen.

it is here I stand with my onion brain attatched

to the fallen rock with my fingers on it\'s back.

there are too many cracks from where dark soldiers crawl.

I have counted seven hours

still my blood flies higher than a crow

to a land of snow where the ice-trees glint and glow.

doubled-up with the pains of a plain-white pearl

with lungs that breathe a coal-mines dust

in a manic state with a bridal-gown 

stuffed with straw, hanging like a fig.

it is time for tea and biscuits.

now I can see the naked legs of a Sunday tide

walking through this last dark day

with a sparkle in it\'s eyes;