The Bright Veil Birds About The House Discreet

the bright veil birds about the house discreet

about the outside chimney breast

chasing away an intruders smog with their sharp signs

away from the house with stairs as long as nails

with possession as cruel as a grass blade sting

as cruel as a midnight pony-tale;

snail feet crawling with antlers bold as men

past rooms for just the ending of the longing day

belonging to the pale sheet with nostrils flared breathing needle dust

sleeping with the smoking shag through a dustpipe dream

where strays the lady of the last oak fell

charging through the vaultage of his roots;

the barefoot queen with her tail of heated snow

walks with the voices of her mothers cheek bone cries

her fathers Ox of cellulite

grafting it's surplus skin onto the surface of her eyes

how quick her varnished wardrobe disappears

for how long left will vegan chase her heels?

the bright veil birds about the house discreet

with corridors of metaphors and the foilage thief in heat

warm greetings on a postage stamp

as cramps an oysters muscle in a shelters sea

how quick the voices come but seldom go

how the chimney breast still breathes, I'll never know;

the bright veil birds about my home discreet

each day the looking forward to

the day of looking back

she has gone but still her voices wound

the outside chimney breast

it was never for the better life

it was never for the best: