Pellucid peyote visions
strike evanescent evocations of eagles
caught in flight, failing
on the wild winds–
it hisses as their haggard drop
and rushes up to greet them.
Icarus
Fettered Rise
Image by © Chris Galford.
Darkness
Begets salvation.
–
Closed eyes embrace
Wide-spaced longing,
Riveted in fire like
Old angels lacquered
With the doubt—
–
The weight,
They will come to call it,
It lies heavy on the backs
That would toil clouds
To submission.
–
Naked passions
Circumvent the sense of it,
Armani dreams, Gucci heart
Wing-tipped longing stands
Fleshy and forgotten.
–
Icarus saw this
Falling.
* My latest work for One Shoot Sunday. Based on the images I provided this week when I graffiti’d One Stop. Yes, that’s right – my travels around Lansing have yielded a great deal of graffiti photos, and this week we decided to plaster this little offering of rebel-art up for all you fellow poets to pour over. So have a look, see what catches your fancy, and enjoy!
The Waking Den 