Too Long Gone

too long gone

silhouette and the bribe of pedestal

hanging free of purpose 

from a time discreet

seclusion second guessing second chance;

 

a souvenir from the blind uncivilised

black viola, lazy as a crab

sleeping in the armpit of a song

with daisy-chains eclectic in a mood

of colours mixed with green and lemon tea;

 

ten paces turned

burned and tortured 

violence in the hidden touch of silk

milking manhood's Monday afternoon

king of guillotine . queen of thunder;

 

a still-born stare

cold-vein blue

a headless chomp on a sweet potato chip;

fried and flustered

harpsichord and shit!

 

sentiment with an echo from a coin

speed of life

premature

loin and linen

consulate unclean;

 

a vulture in a bra

prehistoric man

with panoramic views

and oh my dear!

look what they've done with the blues;