Thoughts taken from the 6 o?clock news

this shale hallucination
glowing
sparks of mercury
filtered through wet sand
clothed in brine

a glass tower of shame
fractured in the salt wind
churning moisture into yellow paste
and blown into the face of decay

my entopic entity
animated particles of light
screaming into the chemistry of fear
that tears down the walls
between the stars

in the heat of a delicate carving
sliced by time
amniotic passion
pickled and labelled
mumbles a prayer
into an empty cup

cotton and lace
held in iron petals
of dreadful pleasure
cut by the edge of a mountain
into thirteen equal parts

oscillating tissue
that weaves circles in the air
random stains of sweat
touch the face of the sun
and mingle with the water

and the flower grows
by the silver wires
by the black stone
that carries my death