here, and dye
all o'er the cities blue
- Past the fading sky hues .
a dark shadow rises from the east,
brews cold smoke into
whispering waters seeping into my sleep

sweet thunder cries
in the sea of a thousand peoples
raging in a strike
,formation unwavering
Marching in sync,
to the pulsing ache inside your head

sweet thunder cries
here, and bye
till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky

flicker in the party's fairy lights
padded feet fumble on the wooden porch planks
stars shine in the leave-shaped ruddy strokes
A rose-leaf complexion peers over
the sugar dusted tree tops

comes the rush of a stream a'flutter
whistling floats from the warbly call of a vireo
a hoarse shriek splits the silence

shatters crystals against
circling curves of white
dashes a sprinkle of hurt
against the rye
whispers gloom, into
the black-blooded night

tastes like sugar
made of the moon's shine
and the crust between its craters
The powdery flour
bursts into the air
flakes falling softly
as the footsteps of astronauts leave behind permanent indentations
sweet-ener
fake sweets swirled in a papery blinding smile
bits of teeth shavings, ***** soup of century-old snow
sliced
tiny cubic centimeters of white
particles dusting the wooden table
falls
onto the sea of churning black dots below

the raggy, dripping sacks of cloth,
marks the dusty road with its tear-
drops
drop
drop
drip
an ant scurries,
a chewed-off cricket leg, balanced,
between the ant's narrow legs
swaying side to side
plop
drops the limb in the drop of an eye
the ant reaches
slips
slides
disappears,
a tiny drop of water
regurgitates
from the pool of sorrow

in the bloom of the moon,
tears of a fragile lamb,
whispers of the oak trees,
and the flickering lamp
of life-

a Snicker
of Magic