The City by Day
The city by day delightful
whispered breeze moves the leaves of the trees
in witty breaths and sweet susurrus
dappled shadow in shades of green
we meet in a Moorish hallway
wrought iron bent to the will
glass blown in a thousand nightmares
dripped in radioactive blossoms
the soft paws of the afternoon
hide the hypodermic stick
and we pass the green liqueur between us
measuring the pattern of the tiles
and its mathematical wrongness
the geometry that shouldn’t work
until our eyes have lost the sunny beauty
and all color fades to unease
until coming through an open doorway
in robes the color of sunlight
the master of all our troubles
to us genuflecting sheds his skin
and we choke in the resulting madness
and are finally grateful
to let the black night in.
The City of Never
Mired in the city of never
fraught with care and doom
the amethyst dreams of life forgotten
the fading eyes and paper arms
of the carapace metamorphosing
We crawl out of these curiosities
we bespeak our own mortifications
the haunt of timeless indoctrination
never catches us as we wander
through the liminal lodges of the wind
So tomorrow when you think you awaken
and all winds have blown away the real
when the burning silver lights
abridge the lingering darkness
small fears then go screaming
and old losses collect on debts
Soft plaster falling with each step
lips too dry to taste or speak
and the wings beating faster
than the turning of the clock
you run but those clattering steps
echo through silent rooms
The last time I could ever touch
what erases modern madness
and brings the magic of truth
and the colours of the worlds
from beyond the solar system
to my own dissolution and decay
I walked to the edge of nothing
a hard scarp with ragged cracks
felt the sharp wind-thrown sand
and grasped the last crystal standing
as I walked the roads in false dusk
at the end of the bargaining souk
in the silent City of Never.
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