Journey Through Dark Heat

this journey's plague that bolts its cast on the green bank

iron wakes the skin too short to fall

a brail of brightest leaves

as bright as fingers pointing to the masked word

like an Adam on the day before the Eve walked straight beyond

as Christmas grew its chalice so the winter came and drew a shorter nail;

past the servants picking petals for the great slug

fasting with the fountain of the mulled bone

a cherry-bone with flesh gooseberry tall

makes fail the wounded wing in the vaulted room

a bride and groom with horse gut on their tramlines beard

like an Adam on the day before the Eve walked straight beyond;

a course grain sand for the moment mustard passed

a grass bed for the movement of the clocked birds

hermaphrodite with mushrooms in her hair

sleeps only when her cravings reach the village of the bread

like an Adam on the day before the Eve walked straight beyond

with protest comes the Starling on a frog foot march;

with just a trench foot for the sawdust of the blinked eye

with milk from cows as the lame hand bears its fruit

on the hocus pocus streets where forms the treasured chest

like an Adam on the day before the Eve walked straight beyond

this great beyond; where reasons death before we walk upon

the waters of a sunset where the infant flowers bond;

this journey's plague that bolts its cast on the green bank

fasting with the fountain of the mulled bone

hermaphrodite with mushrooms in her hair

like an Adam on the day before the Eve walked straight beyond

with feet on snowflakes warming to the clouds eye

still I feel you here; in the dark side of the room;