The irises of my eyes
Repossess the beauty
The world abandoned
And cling to
The fabrics
Of reminiscence

Where now are our heroes?
Faded  pages in an
Encyclopedia
Dry
Cracked
And
Sepia
Stars and supernovas
Quarrel with displeased eyes
And sing songs to empty
Rooms
Halls
And
Theaters

Hot springs in the heart of the mountain
Evidence of living stone
Comatose giant
With stalactite teeth
And Niagara tears.
Piggyback my way to the heavens
Oh, ancient deity
Connoisseur of peace
Connoisseur of love
Ease the mind
Of the pine…
Ease the mind
Of the pine.

The rain like a cold, damp, blanket on my skin
Obsidian trees drink tears of the creature’s sin
Ivory trees lie barren
Housing a great red heron
The stars of the universe
Hidden in his burlap purse

In a glass house with whitewashed walls
Dare you throw a stone?
One by one all the lemmings fall
Battered, bruised, and thrown
In halls

Piece by piece the fortress shatters
And now the shadows rise
Taking away all that matters
Empty now are prized
Platters

Once again the fortress will rise
Years and years from now
Just wait until the whitewash dries
Hear, we won’t allow
Reprise

The gold sarcophagi
Hide the wolves decaying
Prey.
Howling
..Howling
….Howling
……..Howling
Up at the blazing sky.
Their moves the night betray.
Moon
Seeking
..Seeking
….Seeking
……..Seeking
Vengeance over the sun.

It turns out the
Hieroglyphics
On ancient walls
Were written in
Blue fountain pen