Spill no pieces
of torn up promise

roll with the bits
in cigarette papers
and light the end
with a short fuse box
synthetic threadbare
snapped dark
and on turns my
fullament

short circuited
with a parting shot
from a royal mess-anger
one rub the wrong way
from an old spark
and flames lick out
to **** in the ashen
faced
smoke of old magician's
wands that tap and tap
on the edge of dripping
false promise into top-hats
producing only a no hop
rabbit
that disappeared
soft and loving into a hole
and never looked back
to see who was following
with a heavy light in their eyes

put down time to bed
and take a last drag
on a star
that wished
to beat you to the fire

the champagne flutes
played
their last ******
their slim flower stems
slender lay
in the dishwasher
rack
and broke
into a song
on
eco echo echo
love
setting

twisting stubble
on to the tattered skin
I see I can only rake
the embers
in the mind
let the spirit mourn
serve the body
for absorption
in the morning
sunrise
see...
how beautifully it burns
against the heart