Desert

The very air

Walking 

In a desert 

That looks like 

The backs of hands

Cracked and dry

From so many

Cold nights

Salt licks the sky

Even blue erodes

Coldness eyes

Big wide wet eyes

Holding back a runner

In a lover's disguise

A cold one for the rain

Leaves to swist along

Like mist at day 

The morning dew is gone

Palace gleaming like the sky's

Fresh as flowers feel themselves strong

Eyes that clasp 

Eyes that quiver

And each arrow slung 

Sews a slew of breakthrough

Compelling winner

Her the lasting 

Her the winter

If only whipping wafts 

Wouldn't tumble away

That snow of crystal confusion

Bright with supple infusion

Of prime conception to the thought of you

Hearts blazed white 

With the interact 

And hacked off emotion 

Here went snap a start

To sway and soon decay

Into an entirely new reaction

To totally fall in love with

Prayer onwards

Diviner's verbs

Prove your fervor now and serve

The words which wing out into alien

Rhymes insipid without paling 

And patchwork tongues breathing fire

From ailments too quick to discern

Or wonder if with them learning burns

When strained through the layers of their psyche

I will not be made their nurture

I will not be made their destroyer

They move within me and through me

And maybe one day They will be me

Raging hell through latent brainflesh

Boiling incinerants into my veins

Fresh and power is their name

But I confess to never knowing

Hence the insanity of my conquest

The immolation in deliverance

So loving seer 

See me through vanity

See me through the silence

Pocket

Landings

These bevels

To the principle 

Of creation

Pooling 

Bubbling into elation

My people

Oh my people!

Through the peep hole

Hiding within

The womb of masterful shroud

Bustling anthills

With your churchless steeples

Melding forth above it all

Oh my friends

In the waters of bends

Like and undersand sea

I've killed your seed

In what sunlight

That I need 

To see 

Deaf

If you could reduce all touching

To the dull minimum 

Or the excessed absence 

Then My breath

Will be just as cool 

As the words that come next

And the cool 

Will be as rigid now

As you were on your own feet

Pricked up, the calf

Not even known of how

To settle your own joints

Throw

I put my book down

It was a long day

It felt like fizzy lemonade

I saw the picture in my head

It was a distant kite

I felt so out of socket

So I threw away my magic

And i was alright 

It smelled like spring water