threepaths

“It is good, the end.”

my body –dust

"revolution"

I am cold iron,
my heart a bellows

Origin my homeland

broken,
my mind turns towards
the end

I am faithful

burn
bright
scorch the ash

I am alive
moving among movement

bemoaned, extolled by princes

Turn your eyes to the sun
let it blind you
blind, you will choose a path

Just a toy
that stopped working

Blame it on the butterflies
chaos theory in full effect
blades of grass
motes of dust fly
as breeze from colored flutter grows

shadows dance around my head
shadows swirl inside my head
I pray to the moon
I pray to the sun
as they drag me down to dark

Fat man walking

My eyes hurt,
held open by clear masking tape
that only I can see

I feel my thirst like a material thing

move it you lazy boy
shake it you crazy fool

soft silk with chloroform

A man with eyes of flame,
wings of light,
stands before a window,
blood red glass