Progression of the Gloaming
Raven’s feathers, clavicle shudders in cerulean
twanging. Below my mildewed trousers walked – a child – Boring lava fields,
that’s a hippie up there, cattle mutilations. Dad said that’s carbon steel.
Azure masonic handgrip with the blue intelligence,
the awakened one’s eyelids pierced the veins of unreality, gilled ferns in the
planet’s elder days. Seahorses threateningly crisp.
Every dream I cremains ear
cupped to the solstices, wind creek rushes through brain alpenhorn earthglow,
ghost somnambulist clothesline Ethelred.
By JF
10-26-17
