BLACK INCENSE

 

 

You

Gliding through skies in that pristine glass castle

Above me walking barefoot on blue marble

And I below, sculpted by lovers as a statue of crushed brown paper bags

Smoking in holy ruins into the form of a choking poisoned infidel

Oh your cheers from higher heaven, relaxing voices

Blue smiles and soft comforts riding on backs of lashed angels

My mind, a mirror of azure clouds

And across that sky streaks your golden chariot

Drawing it are spirits of my unrest

Oh the elegance we shared in silence

Now shows in the calm visage of your gleaming rider

Tonight I rise on the electric currents of a black storm

To rage embers against the firefly golems at your portcullis gates

And float on thermals to your bright vaulted chambers

Where my vile substances still burn in your lamps to light our disintegrating love

You

Walking through my ashes with blackened feet

Day is gone and a mocking moon climbs indigo clouds like stars on ocean waves

Sleep now, for you will live the nightmare of me in the chalk white morning

When I have drowned your lover in the charcoal craters of your jasmine scented sheets

Where in the venom mires of my memory and despair

He collapsed to the flaming depths under the truth of his inadequacy

Reviews

[Ron B]

Very intense and descriptive. I love the last line.