CRASH OF TURQUOISE AND BLOOD
A hollow sound
Bellowing from the mountain came
in a cave of screaming
Like a sheaf of grass waved the
invisible transparent &
Glass ripples in wind and light
gleamed &
The hand of the grim evocative
was made of a cutting sword
Red skies down from inside the
truck
Fell silently through the dropped
thunder &
And a cacophony of broken black
clouds
Smashed clocks
The silence was now shells and
shattered roads
Scraping and solitary laughter
between bleeps
Red and incandescent discussion
of the painted landscape
& a face wearing white
The tall and thin figure was of
wooden simplicity
Plain & made of weathered
patience
Lead met the wrinkles and a
shaved pale skin
The deliverance of serenity where
age had paused
His intelligence was unpaved
roads leading into caves of black
With tall ears & squinty eyes
& broken rubble
And it rang against the sun
shaped bell
It rang up and away, up and away
from the craggy sky
Turning the compression to pearl
He turned and floated like
molasses and shale
The light escarpment of grass
busted the heights
Bottles fell & broke through
and illuminated the bone
Covering the grounds into caverns
and wells &
Forgotten trash abstracted into a
million years of young stones
Debris mercilessly under the wet
was turned white
The rush and leaves and gravel of
summer rains &
Broken heads and movement of sun
and shadow were
Dormant and naked, the delicate
cattle lying unseen &
Shroud billowed and became unto
the sky the white rain
Bit sized plastic hail blew
distraction leaves &
Gasoline fell like the ghost of
extinct birds &
Space opened up and scattered
into clouds of mist &
Emitted ancient radiation between
porcelain banks &
Fragments of feathers in a light
and endless sound
Made of metal
Quietly the figure floated over
the nest
Of ancient rusted life
On a lost planet of water and
wind and silence
Far away
A dust mote on a space between
darkness and time
Third planet from the white star
