There is a rain, rimy rivulets ripping
The canvas of air; how is it I can breathe
When glass sinks with the setting sun –
An eye afire, I can’t stand the look of it,
Burning the sky like a charcoal
It’s pale, it’s blind, it’s alone –
Until all that remains are clouds
Made of cotton ***** and floss.
Only giants may clean their teeth properly.
Tree bark shines with the rain,
Contemptuous, wretched water
Fit to feed our Belladonna,
Meant only for our Madonna –
Why I fear you a mystery
Lost to the shivering trees and me.
Green is drowning, I relish its fade
From my face, bloated and white
Like the shining, terrible moon, sitting alone
Alone to weep wistfully, pathetically
Until she fills the burns with leaking
Stars flooding barren hillcrests –
It’s what I’ve always told myself.
It’s all I know.
Careful now, the sidewalks hold mirrors,
It wouldn’t do to crack one with a fearful foot –
No, no, let their diameters grow…
It’s not as if I’ll see myself if I bothered to look.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
There is a rain, rimy rivulets ripping
The canvas of air; how is it I can breathe
When glass sinks with the setting sun –
An eye afire, I can’t stand the look of it,
Burning the sky like a charcoal
It’s pale, it’s blind, it’s alone –
Until all that remains are clouds
Made of cotton ***** and floss.
Only giants may clean their teeth properly.
Tree bark shines with the rain,
Contemptuous, wretched water
Fit to feed our Belladonna,
Meant only for our Madonna –
Why I fear you a mystery
Lost to the shivering trees and me.
Green is drowning, I relish its fade
From my face, bloated and white
Like the shining, terrible moon, sitting alone
Alone to weep wistfully, pathetically
Until she fills the burns with leaking
Stars flooding barren hillcrests –
It’s what I’ve always told myself.
It’s all I know.
Careful now, the sidewalks hold mirrors,
It wouldn’t do to crack one with a fearful foot –
No, no, let their diameters grow…
It’s not as if I’ll see myself if I bothered to look.