The Draws

Littering the perfumes of her ethanol dress upon memories

The concrete elongations melted upon my genuflecting knees, 

Niobe’s sulphur scarred the green grins of the fleshy aquarium — 

Dancing as smoke in the crowds thoughts, sorrow’s anchors of the cranium 

Weighed the gold vessels, all sphere’s lenses, upon the scales of gravity; 

Dusk grew obese, clouds sloughed, and I thought of Evil’s actuality. 

Bottoms rough mane, hardening by the Moon’s loss, shrunk into shades of pale 

And the dream like state which the soul harbours turned familiar and stale; 

Baldachins, glossed in stubble's of dust and sweat, thawed behind tapestries, 

The Chandelier’s hearth loosened as children swung on green-vined arteries 

Dangling from it’s nerves, knowing of a pain because it doesn’t exist — 

As Darkness welcomed her infant heart, I evaporated to mist 

And a Sea of Spirit’s littered the shore of all mankind’s memories, 

Convulsing and weaving skulls to the wooden Sky, twitching under knees…