Spine of the Lion.

Mostly a Pink Floyd tribute, as well as being an expirement on writing itself.

i.
The return of the
Dark little spoon this
Side of the galaxy was
of little importance, said
the Lord of All things.
(Moon not withstanding)

 

ii.
There was a gaping fissure,
Darkness crawled in, went up,
Sideways through the gutter pipe,
off central, co-ordinating efforts with
the man with the golden
Spoon; ate his brains, spooned him. Yeah.

 

iii.
There! In the backyard is
Darkness creeping like a shadow crab,
Sideways scuttle, fencing
off with some nosy penguins, eagerly
they come to peck, all of 'em bloody
loons! Not to soon the sun will set
(& darkness melts into itself).

 

iv.
Them of people into two, into
Ark they go. Four
Sides to the truth and six
of lies and all eight of
their children have flown into a crystal
Sun, to dance with shadowed ten.

 

v.
Them not us, a gigolo in the sky;
darkly, dancing without feet. One-
side story of the fly learning to "..."
off the clock into the ticking swimming pool.
The madman laughs, eclipsing the sulking
moon sinking into the sea; drowns.

 

vi.
THE screaming woman has found her DARKened treasure and all of this is but an aSIDE to that sad man jazz man, copasetic, OFf to spend his cash in a place foundered on THE brain damaged dream of dreams, float then into the MOON. we are all just ordinary men; eclipsed in two shades of black.

 

vii.
The line yet drawn, in drama
Dark & held by suspicious hands, hair falls.
Side & sin of the same, for clowns
Of tearful bright approximation whilst
The old man snores, dreaming so soundly of the
Moon-- she crumbles into daylight mocking.

 

viii.
Wish and dust of one, though
You would mostly say otherwise, to be sure
Were you even slightly sane, even remotely,
Here would be the hammer for your head.

 

ix.
momentary. the sun. the dark. the breath
lapses, reaches zenith, omega. circle
of cruel proportions-- we start to finish. Only
reason for the air; i say. i said.

 

x.
Set the tone, "hush"; little darling--
the sparrow has no song for you, remote
controls found lacking- mute return-
for the fish gurgles in the waters while
the water gurgles in the fish. My
heart is not for me. "Oh". A woman
of god would never ever, no!
the devils hands are cupping that folksy
sun, hoping for some tone. tonic.

xi.
shine the shoes, fly
on the bathroom steam, I know
you, you are just the dream--
crazy yet full of precious piss, like
diamonds in the rough; sparkling.

 

xii.
welcome, do I know you? ephemeral
to the touch, stop-watch quick and in
the village pub they call you "Pink".
machine wrought; spun from spider's silk.

 

xiii.
Have you seen a dove?
a dove? Yeah, white, wispy.
Cigar breath inside me skull.

 

xiv.
wish the wish upon you.
you the wish upon you wished.
were I the wish I'd be wished.
here the wish, see the wish, be the wish. wisher.

 

xv.
Shine inside, lungs sprinkle love
upon the silver sky-- bent sight to
you: floating on the edge of a sword.
Crazy, no? But I am sure. These
diamonds bleed like ice.

 

xvi.
another, no the other, thick as a
brick; two words in- one
in the vagina another in
the a*s of this post-menstrual
wall, err, communist. hiss.