we cactus hand horses
riding desert corridors
on separate painted stone
sixgunning peepshow
between fingers unfold
she rivers the between &
we gallop two feet ford
we cactus hand horses
riding sunset corridors
Tag: betwixt and between
cactus hand horses
he fool calls
he fool calls crow
in pale wood, black stone
he red calls ghost
from the south to the north
he road calls spirit
to her medicine ride train
he wing calls kindred
to carry night skies againscrawl
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash here is me writing heartletters
with bare finger; my page, your skin
words flowing over rolling hills
and scrawling your valleys, too
all through gloaming to night
to taste shadows growing long
with each and every bite
every syllable song ringing
rhyme with euphoric fireflywinter hearts
‘the father saved the mountain yonder,
i don’t suppose he was the one of yours,’
she said smiling before she froze
and turned an oily shade of rainbow
opalescent in her age of old
below they craved the market haunt
but through skins twilight kissed i called
down unto a sounding stained wood
thrust out instead of shore
this pain king rides swimming horse
dragging out to the dust of rain
in shattered wrists and waves’ refrain
underground calling all winter hearts
to strike in the below again
night braille
i read the night braille
a chill breeze raises on skin
all fingertip & firefly slow
with a burning below
while your fingernail
stole away my breath
whisper in crushed velvet
while crickets fiddle
under full moonsugly
to fall of these
deathshead moth dreams
into something sweet,
but i am so ugly
chapped lips circus
both cowboy clown & the geek
even if you tasted these
i am still ugly
wytching blind corridors...
my putrescine chest
if wee hours to rot
leaves to uglychimère
love bites & panty hip carved
slips hand at small hour's mists
lips, finger drawn & raw
savage kiss fading in dawndream harder in dream
handbound at nightfall
hazel at the headwater we
cast out drink up and dream
i can only offer a dream harder
for pan's skies and evermore
a kiss in whispered secrets
dream harder in dreamhidden
they write your name on a cup
then the cup is crushed, discarded
in another gesture to a refuse kind of day
hiding behind closed doors with
all feathers turned to vane, whispering
wishes breathlessly to the dim
they will not know these ever for
love lies bleeding in the snow
rapiers quivering, too late for regretspoppet on barbed wire
come to me on wraith of wind
come ancient through the wood
poppet strung on barbed wire
catch rag on bone, you should...
sing song the barley wine
kiss her a'fore the ruddy dawn
poppet strung on barbed wire
carve her stitched mouth drawn
