Chapter 2: Clown of the Moon
Time, the tree, saw the room like a transparent ghost
the one she vaporized, and a
woman could be seen walking naked
betwixt the resonating city,
belted by old wooden floor boards that yellow squeaked
a shimmering heat wave mimicked
the antipodean sun
there was no sound
Above the wooden desk an
endless albescence coated the dirty milk sky
nobody spoke for fear of a
little ufo on its surface, glaring with whiteness
the floor and silence filled
the space with time
there was dried blood and
madness on the leaves
influencing the imperceptible
waves
In somebody’s summer dream the
wind blew hot
there was a boat floating by on
a softly warm day mirror
it looked to be one entire
entity lying floated and gently tossed
the water was smooth as death
and named sound, green cold and alive
it clandestinely bowed in a
hollowed divot cut out of the earth
Blameless and caressed from
shore to shore
the soft wave barely moved, but
when it did the mass uttered a kiss
and as one, the mud colored
fluid seemed a shuddering aliveness
from inside gravities lustful
spurious flame
intent on existing forever
The water
metallic, metamorphic, protean
it possessed the small green
boat, black sail folded into sleep
staring at the sky with her
back to a mirror
a young girl of eleven was
sitting in the curved prow of her “good
reason”
Her hair swirling in vision the
mast without sail
she was growling a guttural
animal noise her eyes closed
a book called the seven sisters
with an old leather cover etched in symbols
fluttered its pages and
sporadically covered her face, free from poisoned rules
she read at the book, stabbed
at it and was irritated, bored and unsettled
She was a small metal thing
with a jewel inside it
Showy and universal, it
contained her within its mortal body
A green eyed monster, transient
madness in a vessel of crumbs
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