Poem: BE
Disco diver delved in deep;
Matrix mama with songs to creep
Didn’t have to drown to see
Death’s Head.
To us, she loved each singularly.
To us, thus she wed projected memory.
Crushing sugar crystals
As she crashes the sweep,
Found her in the back of the river seep,
Allegories of allegra in the stellar deep.
(Shining is a vision too.)
Black melt dazzle singing
Vibing with Eletra’s reach,
Can’t count the hours for the solar streaks.
The lady of soft houses
Weaves the maze.
Took, took from you, nothing new.
Glow, glow, the penetrating clue.
Her voice reveals a cryptic view.
Eyes like a window, colors bleed.
She echoes like a woman freed.
Cascade contorting the circuitous ways,
She blazes mantras on the cunning stage.
Tight laced crooning as the pagans pray,
Wyrd women tend to bend the gaze
Collaged together in the liminal.
Tongues shiver whisper
Behind your shoulder,
Slate and chalk and
A mercurial salt:
The moment traces in your fingertips
As you grip
The opaque bareness of the business trip.
I heard she kissed you then and there,
Kissed your ear before you blinked.
I was drinking milk tea in the sanctuary.
Change the station if she shakes.
Static humming, skipping on the surface of the mix.
We are the sharp shot of this muse transfixed.
