Thursday, August 4, 2011


The sky drops like a lavender hem.

Tonight is the night dusty souls

Languish in their sewers

Watched over by granite lambs.

This is the night saints wear kilted skirts

Spattered with coffin dirt, when skull-faced children

Carry lanterns of skinned and grinning heads.

It is the night trees release

Leaves of red witchery, when angels

In flimsy gowns ride their fiery discs.

This is the night a dark wood swoons

Around us like the rings of Saturn, when death

Beautifully polishes things, leaves them there.

Tonight is the night blackness

Drives away the indigo light

And slaps us back inside our caves.

Tonight is the night I can nail a board

Over the face of anyone I have ever loved.

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