The hawk
that steams in
subtle intricacies
The emotive acrid stress of tears released
from the skin of a planetary erection
The tame bred into our inane fledgling grave
of bursting bound-locked waste,
etched with numinous soul
In the upturned pangs of a universe unnerved
on the psychic-enmeshed phase of atmospheric delight
In the imagined painting of all swaying and crucified worth
fornicating openly against the light paged future
and blunted cross-eyed in a circular maze of her orgasmic
ploy for a sorry breakfast
On Monday’s staked rage, we drain and drain the followings
of divinity
throughout pulses of grain and sweat in the final drink
Before deciding to cross the impassioned switch
into non-being on the lifted sky
coming thunderous in the eyes and ears of a late
transmigration
into a head of wires and a spotted flame that rises broken
in the quaking silence of loss
and drowning in the oxygen gush of utter perfection
Bluish gray and the opaque brink of highest terminal
altitude
flying still against the belly of earth’s integumentary life
straining in a cursed name to breach the surrounding flesh
of unearthly ice
in the telescopic fire of an avian mind,
and sudden grasping with the stretched tongue of passive
death,
“a fallen way grows above the ceiling of humanity
in a flutter of fear and reverence for the quiescent vacuum
of entire blackness
and spiritual duress”
Loving the sacred breath of hot tainted lag
of the tragic beauty
who became animalistic in a single visceral moment
only to look down on the integral mire of woven screaming
at the blessed forgotten dream of the virgin
in Mexico calling with every figment of pride mustered
from the smoke of ancient impressions of superficial
divisions
sweetening the catch into a released cold moon
undone on the back of a talon
seeding the lovers intermingling with the sharp pleasures of
stone and grass,
as a feather presses swift under the enjoined sexual tight
figures
preparing to create the universal wave of continuity
in the fallen bird’s heart
drifting over untold slow fissures within the fragmented
body of self-taught work
that lay sacrificed to the unknowing violent west of paradox
in action
dreaming the lucid air and buried with lust in the ashen
grave of a mother’s living breast
to answer the prayers of a man resting softly on the back of
a sea creature
unmoving and shocked with ruinous leisure
and idle passing.
- date unknown
Inspired
by a song written by a friend from Red Deer, AB
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