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

blind was that touch
so quickly swept