Book of the Fallen Blood Moon

Book of the Fallen Blood Moon

Chapter 1: All Saints Day

Spring flooded the house with abbreviated despair

something had to be written

so that when it was necessary to turn away the spoon from tomorrow

a little less light on top would be all that was there

what did it matter anyway?

Velvet shades drawn bloody red and withering

sunlight filtered into the dark room

through heavy insect variation she stood golden

and between veins of word and in their heat exhaustion

she prayed to the deadly involvement of illusion

The pillar of light waves defied description

scraping at the fine toothed silver in its stilted awareness

a mass of tissue hit the desk top wood

heavy, deep, and brown it gave a little shudder

remembered when it was a universe of slowly vibrating compromise

Grass and grunting beasts shrugging off flies

butterflies above the stretching horizon plains through space

light travels a long time to hit your eyes and then where does it go

it hits a black and white photo of a guy hanging dead from a tree

a picture I saw today looking up at him with nothing left to lose

Made me think like the tree

hung

with dark figures moving forward

ride on the minds space thing

and put that it was time to make an effort

Into the diamond born again on the lovers sweet sandy hands falling

into a place where I can’t give everything away to you at all

falling and dying quickly the jewels gun fires grit for the mill

to make a self glow, to turn into the light

before this flaming eagle breaks the spear, flutters my ghost into oblivion

I am the fallen, I am the unknown, I am the you in the last breath

I am the arms you are running to

in the garden of remember when we lived like this