Dark Eyes

Never too far from the water damaged suicide
accounts w/drumbeats & rhymes along the redwood
vein or salt water sacrifice implied

everything is bent by this furtive caress of
moonlight

what eternal song rustles in the leaves when
you decide & face the pale blossom that like a
knuckle rapping on a pane of glass summons you

to ride the pulse back & down the surging wall of night
where you step, turn & dissolve

asleep in the azure foliage & chrome
accessories that litter the vacant lot of yr transparent
desire