Precipice

Darkness in life's movie theatre; screens both silver and molten!

Precipice candle-lit

camouflaged burns torn

woken fast in bloody bayonet

frocks insatiably milk churned

I tripped and called out your name

on falling prowling came to mind

through an unknown gate, late

and then I woke dizzy

spokes unfettered but meaning less 

than before

while wheeling down hills of never ending

clever proportions swung

towards Home 

Precipice candle-flicked

dark on the front

escaping to the black 

houses of clutter 

where no one lives

and camouflage licks

dashed hopes from the wounds

of all fires ever there 

inflicted and spooned

undertow slept

as I dreamed

pistacchio nuts in dry lap

watching a harmless movie

go away Scene

come back in the Act

splinter my porous nut

over a hard stone of sultry solace