Poem - 12 July 2018, 13:18

FORGOTTEN TOUCH - NOW EDEN'S SUICIDE LUNCH

Seated on this railway station
looking at the tiny pills of destination
like pennies saved for a plan
counted ravens colored like the dove
across a platform
I watch them kiss lips remember
in eyes that mist
jugglers crowd into the room
performing lovers dance collecting moons
Broken bones
heaped before all my mighty homes
drifting dreams
hooked into running fleeing bleeding scenes
seated on a song
held bound in iron and track
those pills of desolation
melted between the journeys created fact
handheld against a red raining tear
folded fears lay neat on dogs
which dig the holes

who painted this watercolor prayer
I'm naked again
stroking the morning from her hair
whispering she tells so many varied tales
but i know she will go soon
on
iron track and rail

seated on a burning board
those pills dress in miles before
loves wrist
slashed
nailed
aged in some saints iconic gore

now alone
i count these tiny pilots
round in stone
hard in marble
yet tiny without the word
stung by Edens venom
I swallow
I journey once more

blind was that touch
so quickly swept

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