Iseut modern
In the leaden strangler cloud-haze
Flies a racing, steely slim aeroplane.
Freedom locked into frozen nitrogen
Devotion fastened with safety belts.
It is sinking. Approaching. Quite close.
I see it from splash scratched by icespots.
Concrete-hard dash
Iron-tasted crank
Death is dancing with a smile on his lips.
The flames are playing on the flute for him.
The enormous metalsleek stomach
Is vomiting human-flesh out.
You step out. You eyes’ ethereal glow
Has saved you. Blood is just on your clothes.
I walk up to you. My hair is silken flowing
Tinkling, sunshine perfumed, laughing.
My secret is waters. Herbs are my support.
You join me. Geometric houses are harbour.
Encompassed by the roaring civilizated town
Solaced by the mellow, tender butterflypillow.
Cosseted by cordial lustre of fireplace
Caressed by soft velvet-embrace.
I’m haling douce needle on your skin
On your flesh, neural, naked
Vermilion-loved dolour is jumping
On our freezing bones blanches.
The law is mirrorplain. Cold. Sheeny.
You have to return back and leave me.
The lamp glints. Your plane takes off.
I’m torn by sharp teethed, leafless woods.
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