MOONLUSTER

MOONLUSTER

Rundown rains were fairly blooming, fleeing

saying, "you hurt me in the cracked moony rose!"

My burnt cage, painted in blue, comes and goes

around in laid fakes beneath your chimney being

Newborn mornings are doves roughly broken

Silences, repeated, always in vain imagine

conceitedness growing on my lime and gin

(O, do you not see my mean, wordless hours

like a long-hated crown of ours

not to be guiltily, gently spoken?)

In sight of a silky train out of wars

"Here's my tongue, folks!" deadly shouted the shameless prince

in a thrown bottle mirrorshiny

sent out of my rouge-winey,

mossy province

crucified by a kiss, mortal

at the foggy, chained drawers

My hands are iced

It's a cold treasure from behind

It's my youth deaf and blind

Toes reversed without a signed

headless chortle

privily diced

Am praying

for my beloved ones,

the poisoned rains.