I
Shades of blood hum lighter through the chainless thief
Morphing his hands from the shaking red rock and leaf,
All which chisel his toothless chin weaker
All which stand him upon the pupil of a seer
Made blind by a circular reel of grief
Coating itself in crimson tissues imitating Lethe’s tear.
II
Four years he carved nature into spine.
He gauged eyes for the womb’s breath and brine,
Wept vulgarities to turn the sweet lip bitter,
Lead crown-less hunts to worship a sitter
Refreshing the ocean with echoes of a scars chime,
The last unseen wind to forge a stair.
III
Embryonic oaks swing from the handles of a bird’s throat at noon.
Thoughtless of maggots, he rekindles some flesh to coon
And rub flesh to fire for the reasoned curse.
The penny’s are hollow in the salty purse.
With bulbs which melt to fizzy sap the colour of the moon
An age erects, in electric soil, to be pinned or dissolved by a nurse.
IIII
The ship capsized because it could see an upturned stone
Or the sea swallowed the deck to fold in more waves alone.
Ink stains each direction as it’s churned to foam,
The plastic hammer’s neglect their warm home
And genuflect in sparky bouts to the shadowed nails of a coffin,
The nails devouring purple streams to bone.
V
Shades of blood hum lighter in the chainless thief
And the serpent rots beside the chest in disbelief,
The vision submerging hornless gods unto meat.
Unconvinced that he can conform himself deceit
The wandering sphere hardens nails to a heart’s beat,
The beat running sideways from it’s unformed feet.