It is but one dilation of a sacred pupil, One blink of an eternal eye,
One moment made almost final,
Close to the eye's event horizon,
One rolling sphere of goodbye.

she searched for pleasure
ran through all the stop signs
and red lights
and lovers

danced in rain and thunder

a true believer in fate

and in a landscape devoid of whispering trees
i felt her heat

there's peace in madness
freedom in illusions

!laughter and love and neon lights
the visions and strange dreams...sarah

beneath the lids
your eyes grow fixed
on the edge of the dark
on the brink of the void
perhaps finding that elusive peace

(in the cold chrome handles of your coffin
i search for meaning)

Cold then hot the dish
By turns evolves a decadence
Of Death.

This blue green fungus is
Culture,
Renaissance can wait for
The Bloom of Dissolution to fade.

Hand dissolves in
Mind eye
And Survivors pick over the
Will of off-white Bones

****** of crows caw
And claw memorial at Westcliff prom

The Heroes
Mostly dead or
Dismembered

Whisper why on
Atlantic wind
West and why
Why