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A Moonroof

ButcherBelial 22 May 2017 Tag: Divination 1 comments, leave your own..

Howling minstrel
daredevil dwells 
the wind & the dark
with glowing eyes behind the rift

in tears beyond the tear
where buried words of flesh
from a deep state of mind
for a high noon of halfmoons 
is riding the sky
on a cliffside perch
cut through the jaws 
of a cloudburst song

about Virginia creeper vines
and horror tales
of the in-between lines,
inside jobs to a jealous god
with all the daily bread 
on a mind for a ride

and paying the price for cinderblock-squats
as chipmunks play among the ruins
of a once-proud house now cleft of years
by cage or glass-searching 
for a steady presence
in the heady thunder 
breeding red herrings 
into derring-do
    cuts life short

    to save some time

before another score
scurries off toward 
the cliffside door

glamours with rage into lightning strikes
scarlet where the rocks reckon beetles with death
& occulted eyes open the ground to count the years
all buried alive in the flesh beneath the full moon perch

sacking the signs into lies & rhymes for a little more time
sucking on tailpipes in-between the lines on roads painted gold
still appropriating gravel and bleeding gasoline;

this depth adept 
at the soul and the climb
to skin a steady presence
felt in thunder-beaten graces 
unto the stones cut short
and a growing glow 
scurried off 
across the valley floor. 

Words: 227 / Updated: 23 May 2017 / © Copyright Butcher

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ness 5 months, 1 week ago New Comment

always a sense of doom crawling across the floor of your lines....
and a backdrop of old occult paganism that was behind the pulpit in the deep south...

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