Tonight

Tonight

The skin upon the eye of the Exe

Ripples:  a thick flotsam membrane

That sharply slurps greedily below

And then wrinkles in soft silk above:

Broken by light and Juxtaposed by metempsychosis.

About   the stress of spirals that slide

A dog’s sour sweaty tang laced its snuffle along the course.

People: The lone wrinkled desperate drinking oblivion: their eyes distant

Avoid the smiles and the hands of others clasped embracing .

In slow steps: a shuffle -rasp – thunk!  A clatter, a rustle:

Hard breathing.  Bicycle wheels sharp clatter a slack click

 Whispers of shaven grass are wildly kicked high By the Trinity

 Who in beautiful sounding fits of hysterical giggles

Simply set alive this warm soft summer cologne

That can blaze the eye and block the nose with sweet seedcakes of snot.

Then onward: high into the blue shard above.

 Here birds chatter humming excitedly they fly: wild and free

They are caught upon the skin in fractals

 Upon a mirror that reflects darkly.

It is only by the skirt the skin thickens

A musk y hint of sloe hits at the rusting air.

To then blaze high with flames until

There's nothing in the world of matter:

Just mere rocks that collect dust

In spirals;

Outside is a vacuum,

A cacophony of silence

That is benumbing to the ears

And it’s cold...so bloody old

Yet I've never seen the stars

Shine so very bright

As they do in you (…)

Tonight. x